College was a lonely place for Kate. She had left all of her friends and family behind, and midway into the semester she hadn’t made any new friends. She was tired of spending her weekends penned up in her dorm room reading books or watching TV. She was certainly attractive enough to get a date if she wanted to. Long brunette hair, a fit athletic body, and attractive tan legs. Most of the guys were too scared to ask her out and the few that did were real losers. Besides, she had been having mixed feelings about men in general recently. She wasn’t about to admit it to anyone but she had found herself looking at women with a new appreciation for their beauty.

Looking for friends, She had talked with two girls the weekend before who had been really fun. Something about Beka and Steph was really intriguing. They had a fun loving and spontaneous way about them, and there was something else…

Kate walked into the dorm cafeteria. She was wearing what she considered to be her cutest outfit. The black skirt was short, showing off her long tanned legs. The green blouse was cut lower than anything she would ever wear to class. Definitely risqué but it was a Friday and Kate was feeling relaxed. She had skipped breakfast to study for a pre-calculus quiz and was now starving. Picking up a tray she made her way around the cafeteria loading up on mediocre college food. She sat down at the far end of the room and observed her tray. A glass of milk, a hotdog sitting next to few ketchup packets, some mashed potatoes and gravy, and a small bowl of blueberry yogurt. Kate tore open the ketchup packets and squirted a little pile of condiment in the corner of her tray. Picking up the hot dog she dipped an end in the red stuff and lifted it to her mouth. Just as she was about to bite into the end; she heard some snickering from a few feet away. Five boys were watching with obnoxious interest as she held her hotdog. They laughed when Kate looked up and one boy whistled loudly. To Kate’s disgust the boy then gestured at his crotch and winked. Suddenly eating a hot dog was equated with sexual act, and that upset Kate quite a bit. Kate flipped them off and took her lunch to the other side of the cafeteria. Putting her back to the jerks she resumed her meal. She was halfway through with her lunch when she felt someone tap on her shoulder. She was in no mood to deal with those boys again, so she started to turn and tell them off.

“Look jackass I…” Kate stopped herself in mid-sentence. It wasn’t her tormentors, it was Beka and Steph. Beka smiled at her and brushed a wisp of her bright red hair from her face as she spoke.

“Wow, somebody’s in a bad mood, fail that calc quiz?”

“No, I’m just a little on edge.” Kate chuckled a little and relaxed. “Some Jerks were bothering me a minute ago.”

The two girls walked around the edge of the table and sat down opposite of Kate. Steph smiled wide at Kate’s last sentence and quickly chimed in.

“Yeah we saw. What scumbags, it’s a shame guys like that go on living.”

“Yeah.” Kate noticed that Steph was smiling in a particularly mischievous fashion. She also held her hand closed as it rested on the table. Being curious, Kate asked.

“What’s in your hand?”

“Oh, nothing.” Steph said with a growing smile. Beka laughed and the two girls exchanged a look. Then Beka changed the subject slightly.

“We had some plans for the weekend we were wondering if you were interested.”

“Yeah, definitely.” Kate still had her eyes on Steph’s closed hand.

“We need you to do us a favor then. And it’s going to seem weird but I guarantee you’ll enjoy it.” Beka nodded to Steph who began slowly opening her hand. “The favor is, we want you to finish your lunch…” Beka trailed off, her mouth slowing to a stop in mid-sentence.

“And? That’s it?” Kate was really confused by this point.

“Just finish your lunch with a few additions.” Beka smiled and Steph opened her hand completely.

Kate wasn’t exactly sure what it was she was seeing at first. It looked like Steph was holding a few un-cooked grains of rice in the palm of her hand. Then she noticed those little grains of rice were moving. As Kate watched Steph reached with her other hand and delicately grasped one of the tiny things between two fingers. It was so small it disappeared between Steph’s thumb and forefinger. Moving over Kate’s tray the fingers parted and the tiny pink grain of rice fell into her brown gravy. With an almost inaudible plop it disappeared beneath the surface of the gravy atop the mashed potatoes.

Kate watched silently her mind working through a slow series of rationalizations. She was about to dismiss the whole thing as some weird joke when some movement caught her eye. Past little rising wisps of steam from her still warm lunch something was struggling in her gravy. It couldn’t have been more than a eighth of an inch tall but it looked curiously like a person. It was dwarfed by the lake of gravy it was swimming in, which was simply a spoon shaped depression in what Kate had previously thought of as a small portion of mashed potatoes. Her mind, now almost certain it was some kind of small being, now reeled with a whole new sense of proportion. The tiny person, or whatever it was, swam desperately for the shore. It’s progress was almost indiscernible through the thick brown sauce.

Steph individually placed the remaining four tiny people onto Kate’s tray. She put two on top of the half-eaten hotdog, one in the ketchup, and one she carelessly dropped into the bowl of blueberry yogurt.

* * *

Steven could not believe what had just happened. It was literally impossible to comprehend the events of the last few minutes. First he was just hanging out with his buddies messing with some cute girl. Then right after she left, two more gorgeous ladies showed up, what luck right? There was a bright flash and some weird-ass noise and then the next thing he knew he was naked sitting in the dark on some moist and warm surface. Shafts of light peaking through overhead allowed Steve to see a little bit of his surroundings.

The surface he stood on had deep grooves and ridges and seemed to give a little when he put his weight on it. Looking around Steven saw his four friends. They stood nude and terrified on the wierd surface. It was hard to see for sure in the darkness but it looked like they were just about as confused as he was.

Steven blinked his eyes a couple times and then something that sounded like thunder echoed through the walls of their enclosure. It was muffled but came in patterns that sounded remarkably like speaking. And even with the distortion Steven could tell it sounded like a girls voice, just much louder.

Suddenly he was shaken off his feet as the surface he stood on shifted violently. The ceiling overhead parted and raised letting in a blindingly bright light. When the shaking stopped Steven sat up and dared to open his eyes just a bit. What he saw was terrifying. The pink surface he was standing on lead away to five towers jutting up into the sky. Each one well over a hundred feet tall.

Fingers-- They’re goddamned fingers! Which means Steven and his friends are standing in a hand, which is likely connected to… Steven slowly turned bracing himself for what he was about to see. The gigantic hand lead to a wrist which shot away into the distance until it met an arm and climbed higher until it disappeared into red fabric with blonde locks of hair resting upon it. And framed by that blonde hair is the face of a goddess. A smiling, curious, playful goddess. It seemed to Steven to be more like looking at a landscape than a person. Her face seemed to almost miles distant. Her breasts, concealed only by a mercilessly thin t-shirt, loomed large upon her chest casting long shadows down her midsection.

 Steven was aware of another goddess sitting somewhat further away. Bright red hair and... He suddenly recognized them as the two girls who had approached him just a minute ago.

“Help us! Please help us!” Bobby the shorter fatter kid to Steven’s right started calling out in vain.  The others joined in as well, forgetting their modesty they began jumping up and down and shouting to try and get the titanic woman’s attention. It apparently worked.

The blonde’s blue grey eyes fell upon the tiny screaming men. She smiled as her left hand drifted towards them. Steven realized too late that she was aiming for him. Two fingers much larger than greyhound buses surrounded him and closed on him. The breath was instantly squeezed from his lungs and it felt like every bone in his body might break from the pressure. Then suddenly he was falling, hurtling towards earth. Steven had time for one desperate gasp before he hit the surface of some brown lake.

The thick warm liquid immediately pulled him under. His lungs burned from breathlessness and his entire body ached from the giant woman’s grip, but somehow he managed to break the surface and take a life saving breath. Coughing out globs of salty goop he struggled to keep his head above the muck. He wiped it from his eyes and looked around. All around him were misshapen walls of white and beyond that looked like a tower or cup of some kind and a half-eaten hotdog. The scale was so wrong that it looked more like some ship wrecked brown cruise liner that some gigantic monster has bitten into. The evidence of this creatures size being the grooves left by the teeth in the front of the thing. The hot dog forced him to realize whose lunch this must be and he was instantly filled with terror and regret. Slowly turning his head to the side he saw her. His eyes started too low and he was awestruck by the sheer size and majesty of her breasts pressing heavily on the green fabric of her blouse. His eyes looked higher seeking hers. Then he instantly wished that he hadn't. When his eyes met hers he shook with fear. She was staring back at him. He stared at a goddess, while she stared at a morsel.

* * *

“You want me to eat them?!” Kate’s voice was getting a little too loud.

“Hey keep it quiet, okay? It’s not that bad, you won’t even taste them. Trust me I know.” Beka whispered casually to Kate. Who whispered back.

“But they’re people. They’re those boys aren’t they?” Even as Kate protested her body disagreed with her. Her stomach let out a prolonged growl. The tiny thing swimming in the gravy must have heard it because it paniced and started flailing for shore again.

Steph smiled and reminded Kate.

“Yeah, scum-bags remember? Not worth living, right?” Steph smirked at Kate. “Besides if you don’t want your lunch I’ll be happy to finish it for you.” She reached for the tray but Kate defiantly picked up her fork indicating her intention. She played with the fork in her right hand as she gazed down at her lunch.

The two on the hotdog stood perched on the edge of Kate’s last bite dwarfed by the marks left by her teeth. The tiny man in the ketchup was hopelessly trapped by the viscous red pile. The person in the blueberry yogurt was clinging to the side of a blueberry easily four times his size. He looked like a shipwrecked sailor holding onto debris in the light blue sea of yogurt.

Kate then looked back at the soaked man who was now lifting himself from the lake of gravy onto the dry shore of mashed potatoes. Kate lifted the fork and took in a deep breath. It’s just mashed potatoes-- she chanted in her head as she raised her fork. The steel utensil drifted towards the tiny person who immediately tried to run the other way. He was pathetically slow in his escape attempt. At his size each step was nearly undetectable and with whipped creamy potatoes grasping at his miniscule legs it was a miracle if he made any progress at all. The fork hesitated one last moment than dipped into the potatoes. She watched the tiny thing struggle helplessly as the fork slid beneath the very ground it was standing on. The whole side of the hill began to shift and raise borne towards Kate‘s waiting lips that already began to part slightly. A bite size hunk of the landscape that the tiny man was standing on separated from the mountain of mashed potatoes and slowly ascended. Beka and Steph looked on with anticipation. With only moments to spare before the tiny thing’s ingestion it managed to squirm free of the potatoes and leapt from the fork. It was barely noticeable to the Giantesses but at his scale it must have been an amazing feat for the desperate man. He landed in the soft mashed potatoes again. Kate let out a nervous chuckle at the sight then slid the fork into her mouth. She rolled the food around on her tongue then swallowed hard imagining what it will feel like with a struggling person in the mix.

The man was making his way across the mashed potatoes once again. It looked like he was making for open tray in order to gain more maneuverability. Kate again brought the fork down towards the man. Instead of going directly for him she dug the huge utensil in to the side of the mountain above him. She breached the dam that was holding back the reservoir of gravy and now it poured out rushing down the side of the mashed potatoes. He couldn’t move fast enough and was overtaken by a cascade of the sticky brown stuff. When he surfaced again he was stuck to the side of a boulder sized chunk of potatoes. Kate guided the fork below the now trapped person. She raised the fork to face level and said her goodbyes.

“Nice try little guy… sorry.”

Kate opened her mouth and brought it in. Closing her mouth she dragged the clean fork out. She felt the warm mass of potatoes resting on her tongue. She mashed it against the roof of her mouth pausing when she thought she might of felt a tiny movement on her tongue she then swallowed hard sending the whole thing sliding down her throat.

* * *

Steven lept from the fork and after a second of air time landed in the potatoes once again. If I can only get to the tray-- he thought to himself. He would have to cover about a football field all down hill, but running on these mashed potatoes was like trying to run in a bog. Steven saw the fork he was riding on a moment ago disappear into the goddesses mouth returning clean. Her throat moving as she swallowed that building sized bite. Then just as quickly as before the steel fork was coming for him. He pulled with all his might but was making little progress. The fork slid into the mountain above him and tore away a good portion of it. Then all at once a tidal wave of gravy was roaring towards him. It hit with such force he blacked out.

When he came to, he coughed out a mouthful of the brown goop and tried desperately to see where he was. He was a thousand feet above the tray hovering in mid air. Before him was judgment. Two glossy Pink lips guarding the entrance to a mouth that could fit a good sized rock concert inside. Steven looked up at the goddess’ eyes, two white globes with deep black depths. The air whipped by Steven as she breathed in through her nose. Than it came blasting right back at him as she formed words that were too loud for Steven to understand. All he saw were those massive lips working and bright white teeth flashing behind. Then the fork drew closer and the lips parted wider and the expansive tongue anticipated his entrance. Beyond even that he could see the pitch black depths of her throat. Truck sized chunks of chewed up hotdog clung between her teeth. The fork moved forward as he pleaded with the entrance in front of him. He passed the soft pink lips and watched as he sailed beneath a row of pristine white teeth. Craning his head as he went, he could actually see the backs of her teeth before her mouth closed. Steven was pushed onto the rough wet surface of her tongue as the fork retreated. It was pitch black now. He lay in pool of saliva as he was forced suddenly upwards against the roof of her mouth than after a moment he was sliding backwards. She swallowed. To Steven it was a deafening liquid crash and a terrible rush downwards. He was pulled into the mass of potatoes as it descended into her stomach which afforded him a moment to think about what was awaiting him there.

* * *

Kate felt weird. Somewhere inside her there was a tiny thing dying a slow and tiny death. She didn’t feel guilty though. Not at all. The feeling was a euphoric and dizzying rush of power. She had just eaten a man alive while others looked on. Kate looked down at her lunch and was no longer scared of the task in front of her. She was going to finish her lunch. And those four little men who watched in terror, were going to be a part of it.

It did indeed get easier after the first. After a moment of confusion at what had just occurred. Kate was quickly reminded both of her hunger and the rising excitement of the situation. Somehow she was not thinking at all. It was as if some baser instincts had taken over. Instincts only interested in predation and sex.

Steph and Beka looked on with mild amusement as Kate reached for the half eaten hotdog that held two trapped men captive atop it. Kate let her eyes focus on the teeth marks she had left before. Just above that she watched the two tiny specs she knew were men balancing carefully on the unavoidably phallic looking food item. They were running for their lives towards the other end of the hotdog. Not caring at all how perverse the gesture looked she slowly brought the hotdog to her mouth and let a good portion drift inside before biting down. Her teeth sliced cleanly through the meat and bread as her lips closed on it. She chewed the mouthful as she brought the hotdog up to eye level and saw the two men cowering on the last bite. Feeling a rush of childish cruelty she chewed with her mouth open letting the two morsels witness the mouthful being masticated. Pieces of chewed meet and soggy bread mixing with saliva as her tongue pushed it around her mouth. The sounds were loud and disgusting even to her so they must be terrifying to the little guys. The two girls sitting across the table giggle as she finishes chewing and swallows. The large lump moves down her throat to bury the little man already waiting in her gut. She washes it down with a gulp of milk and eyes the last piece of hotdog. Ketchup. That’s what it needs. She takes a finger and dips it in the mound of ketchup. She swirls it around and then brings the finger up to her face. A tiny person utterly covered in the tomato paste squirms in the red stuff. She smears the condiment along the remaining length of the hotdog and sucks her finger clean. Now three men terrified beyond belief and nearly too small even to be seen, struggle on top of the last inch of hotdog. Kate unceremoniously tilts her head back and drops the hotdog in. She chews and swallows smiling at Steph and Beka.

By now the lunchroom was pretty much empty except for the three girls and a student employee who was wiping down tables near them.

“How did it taste?” Beka asked quietly.

Kate didn’t respond immediately. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. She was lost in a rush of physical and mental euphoria. She let her lips part enjoying the quickened rhythm of her breathing. She ran her tongue along the inside of her mouth, searching, making sure that she had indeed swallowed them. Her idle hand moving of its own volition brushed fingertips against her lips. Then traced it’s way down her neck and between her breasts imagining the tiny men’s descent. Her conscience tugged at her, but oddly enough it seemed a distant and unimportant guilt compared to the rush that continued to excite her.

“She’s probably had enough.” Said Beka as she reached for Kate’s tray.

Beka picked up the spoon and eyed the last survivor. The tiny man was clinging to the side of a blueberry in a sea of yogurt. Beka couldn’t help but laugh. “I bet your friends were real tasty.” She smiled and lowered the spoon into the yogurt swirling it idly as she talked to the tiny thing.

“Seeing as this is your last moment alive I’d try and make the most of it.” Beka took a spoonful of yogurt from the side and slowly licked the spoon clean.

As Beka was swallowing a bite of yogurt Steph reached back pulled hair blonde hair up, leaned in real close to the tray and spoke playfully with the terrified man. “Why don’t you find that tiny prick of yours and give it a good rub? I just love it when a man cums in my mouth.”

***

Bobby was irrational. At a certain point when reality is tested to it’s limit the psyche can’t handle it. The mind, like any other part of a person, has its breaking point. Bobby’s breaking point lay somewhere between when he realized he was an eight of inch tall and watching one of his friends get eaten… intentionally.

Bobby laid on his back on top of a blueberry much larger than himself. He was naked and covered in thick yogurt breathing in short quick breaths. He watched in amazement as the last bite of hotdog carrying three more of his friends was chewed and swallowed. For a moment he thought that the giant girls had forgotten him. Maybe they would just leave the tray and he could try and escape.

At his size nothing seemed like a solution but one thing he was sure of is he didn’t want to be eaten.

The whole world shifted beneath him as the gigantic red headed girl slid the tray across the table. She looked directly at him. And spoke words too loud and powerful for him to understand. Bobby watched as a huge spoon dipped into the yogurt a hundred feet from where he was. It began pushing forward shifting hundreds of tons of yogurt with it as the redhead’s hand slowly manipulated the huge object. Then with a slurping noise it pulled free of the yogurt and drifted up to the woman’s waiting mouth.

Bobby began praying furiously that this was just some really fucked up dream as the Giantess ran her tongue along the spoon scooping truckloads of yogurt into her cavernous mouth. Then another goddess took notice of him. This was the girl whose hand he was just trapped in. Her blue grey eyes were disturbingly intense. She pulled her blonde hair back and her face lowered towards him. Bobby couldn’t help but stare at her pink lips, at his normal size he would of killed just to touch them. But now they are terrifying in their size and purpose.

Her eyes locked on him as she slowly enunciated for his benefit. Her thundering words echoing in the confines of the bowl.

“Why don’t you find that tiny prick of yours and give it a good rub? I just love it when a man cums in my mouth.”

Bobby, whose sense of sanity was long gone, stupidly obliged. The thundering words sounded much more like a command than an invitation. He already hurt with instinctual arousal that refused to ebb despite how scared he was.

He watched as the mile tall girls put on a show for him. The two huge women slowly bringing their lips together in a passionate and very staged kiss. Soft pink lips pressing together as powerful and curious tongues danced between. The redhead’s hand appeared and moved up the blonde’s bright red shirt. It found a mountain sized handful of breast and fondled it in rhythm to their embrace. They parted and The Blonde looked down at him again squinting to see him better.

“I think he’s enjoying it.” Her thunderous voice, loud but feminine, filled his ears.

She took both of her breasts in her hands playing with them through the thin red t-shirt. Bobby's hand quickened as the Blonde Leaned forward letting the shadow of her breasts fall over the lunch tray and Bobby. He could sense their tremendous weight as they shifted above him. Then the blonde let her mountainous c cups fall on the edge of the table. Her left tit knicked the edge of the tray only an inch from where Bobby was trapped. The full impact of the pair caused an earthquake that sent Bobby sliding into the creamy yogurt sea. He struggled against the creamy stuff trying to grab hold of the blueberry he was perched on. He fought his way back up just in time to see a huge finger slide into the yogurt and sweep right towards him. It was so large he could distinguish every line of her fingerprint right before it hit him. It pushed past the blueberry he was clinging to pulling him up and away. He was flying through the air, wind whistling in his ears, still holding his erection in one hand. What was in front of him was a mouth. The redheads pink lips glistening wet from another girl’s saliva. The lips pulled apart revealing a hungry cavern beyond. The finger he was stuck to advanced slowly towards the parted lips. Her breath was warm and strong flowing past him like a strong sea breeze.

This is it.

Then suddenly he was inside. It was too dark to see anything. He was pushed off the finger and landed in a pool of spit. This is it. He thought to himself. She would swallow and then that would be it.

He felt the surface he was on shift beneath his feet. She’s swallowing he thought. Then suddenly bright light flooded in. He looked towards it’s source and saw out of her open mouth. Beyond it was another set of lips. Oh god they’re kissing. Bobby felt the tongue he was on press forward and then suddenly hit another. He slid off as another curious tongue felt for him. He was pressed between them as they snaked over each other. Then he was rushing forward again sliding out into the light as he hit the soft lower lip of the other girl. He was instantly covered in the brightpink lipgloss that coated the soft cliff he was on. Looking down he saw straight down past her chin to the rise of her breasts beneath her red t-shirt and further down still a hand worked casually between her thighs. He looked up just in time to see the Redhead’s mouth approaching. He rolled out of the way just as her front teeth playfully bit the lip he was laying on. The bright white teeth twenty five feet tall pressed against the soft lip sliding on the pink lip gloss. Then the teeth parted and her tongue pressed forward again. Without a moment to react he was assaulted again as his soaked naked form was once again the center of the girls attention, each fighting for his barely perceivable tiny body.

It was a game to them. They each passed him back and forth like a piece of gum. At first it was gentle and slow but the arduous girls soon started to become too rough. Then, with the sounds of the aroused women’s moans filling his ears, a winner was declared. Bobby rolled past bright white teeth onto an eager tongue and into a current of spit. He was being pursued by another curious tongue when gravity shifted and sent him slipping towards a dark throat. As Bobby accidentally slid towards the back of the Blonde’s mouth. He arched his back and climaxed. With her uvula dancing above him he fell over the edge and slid down her throat in a waterfall of saliva.

***

“Where’d he go?” Beka cooed in a slightly upset voice.

“I think I swallowed him.” Steph frowned. She felt around her mouth for him with her tongue.

“Lucky.” Beka pouted.

Steph picked up the glass of milk off the tray and downed the entire glass.

“What are you doing that for?” Kate asked quietly.

“It builds strong bones… and it also neutralizes the acid in your stomach. That way the little prick in there can hold out a little longer. I like the feeling of having him inside me. Of course the movement of my stomach walls will probably crush him before the acid or lack of air does.” Steph smirked proudly displaying the milk mustache before wiping it off.

“She’s a biology major. I think she gets off on the whole gastrological thing.” Beka said.

Steph continued aiming to playfully gross out Beka. “And in an hour or two regardless he‘ll get pushed into the short intestine and then the large intestine and then the rectum where he and a couple others will get to be dropped off at the pool.”

“Fuck you. You are messed up in the head.” Beka flipped her off.

“Others?” Kate asked. Her voice sounded distant and shaky. “How many others?”

“A few.” Steph smiled her hand placed lovingly on her flat belly.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Kate stood up suddenly looking pale. She started towards the ladies room as Beka and Steph followed.

The stall door flew open as Kate held her gut and began heaving. Both hands hit the toilet seat and she leaned forward. She threw up just as Beka arrived and held her hair back. After a long minute of regurgitation she leaned back against the stall breathing heavily. Steph stood just outside and peaked her head in.

“Something you ate didn’t agree with you.” Steph laughed.

“Shut up.” Beka held Kate. “The first time is always the hardest. But you didn’t do anything wrong, okay? Those guys didn’t deserve to live.” She patted her back.

Steph stepped over them and crouched by the toilet. “It always smells like Orange juice. That always weirded me out. I used to be a practicing bulimic until I figured out what it did to you esophagus. The citrus smell is just a variety of acids.” Steph looked inside the toilet bowel.

“Could you spare us the lecture right now? Kate’s not feeling well.” Beka slowly stood Kate up and took her towards the door. “Let’s get you back to your dorm for a minute.”

They slowly walked out leaving Steph alone in the girl’s bathroom.

“I’m sorry guys. It’s a real waste for you to die like this. Half digested in a women’s restroom. Nothing really romantic about that. At least your friend will get to take the full ride. A portion of him will be a portion of me. Weird huh?”

She flushed the toilet.

Steph decided to leave Beka to the task of comforting Kate who was still shook up about the whole thing. It had been Beka’s idea to recruit a third anyways. She was one of those people who only enjoyed a secret if she could share it with at least two other people. No harm in that really, if the secret got out who would believe it?

But Steph wasn’t concerned about all that. Tonight she just wanted to have some fun of her own.

She pulled up to Twisters, a fairly reputable strip club not too far from the college. Instead of entering through the front entrance she went around to the back. Back here it was dark and a little smelly near the dumpsters. It was quiet except for the deep bass of the club’s music seeping out into the alley. The employee’s entrance was of course locked, but Steph intended on being let in. She straightened her skirt, pulled down her top a little to reveal a little more cleavage, and fixed her blonde hair. Then she knocked. After a moment the door opened revealing a gigantic bouncer with a severe look. At first Steph thought she might have to shrink him but as soon as the big guy looked down at her, his gaze softened. She took the opportunity to introduce herself.

“Hello, I’m Steph, the new girl.” She smiled at him.

He opened the door and Steph walked quickly in. She nodded at him and began looking around for the Stripper’s dressing room. She soon found it. She walked in and familiarized herself with the layout. On the left was a long counter with stools and a row of mirrors. The other side of the room was lined with lockers with little nametags on them with names such as Candy, Misty, or Cinnamon on them. Steph grimaced at the thought of borrowing one of these girl’s clothes but this whole plan was sort of spur of the moment and she had forgotten to bring anything stripper-esque of her own. She hadn’t worn any underwear so her strip show might be suspiciously short. She opened a locker and looked in. Vinyl, lace, and various cloths made to glow in black light were strewn in the bottom of the locker. She shut it and went to the next one. The stuff here was just as disgusting. She was about to go to the next when she spotted a chalk board with the names of girls written on it. It was scrawled in bad handwriting with some curiously misspelled words but it revealed the rotation of the girls working the pole, giving lap dances, and something that intrigued Steph; a private room bachelor party. Steph looked across and found the name of the girl working the private party, Tina.

“Well, Tina.” Steph said to no one in particular. “I think I’ll give you the night off.”

Steph looked around a little more. The dressing room had doors that led to the stage, the bar, the party room, and something called the playpen. Steph opened the door to the play pen out of curiosity. She flipped on the switch and the room was bathed in pink light from tinted fixtures. The relatively small room had a large bed low to the floor at the opposite side . One more closed door led out to her right. But most intriguing was a counter at least six feet long covered with every conceivable sex toy known to man. Thankfully they looked immaculate. It was probably one of those “you use it you buy it” sort of things so none of these had been touched but Steph still had to smile at the assortment. She turned,and as she faced back towards the dressing room a stripper fresh from the stage walked into the room. Before Steph could react the topless girl stared at her and asked.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Steph looked at the girl for a moment. She wore a yellow g-string and nothing else except glitter on her round breasts that were slightly obscured by a small pile of clothing she was carrying. Steph was polite in her response.

“I’m Steph. The new girl.”

“Well you’re not getting on the rotation tonight. We’re overstaffed as it is.” She walked over and dumped the clothes on the counter. She walked precariously on tall yellow high heels.

“Are you Tina?” Steph asked.

“Yeah, why do you care?” Tina turned towards Steph. Then suddenly she was gone. Where she had stood only a pair of yellow high heels sat shoulder width apart and a yellow g-string settled casually between them.

Steph took a step forward and knelt where Tina had stood. She looked at the high heels and then at the G-string. With a curious finger she prodded the piece of underwear lying on the ground. She found what she was looking for. A naked and confused woman no more than an eighth of an inch tall laying in the crotch of her own panties. Really no more than a spec struggling against the fabric that had only seconds ago been pressed against the woman’s privates. Steph laughed and lovingly massaged the ring on her finger that allowed her to do such amazing things. She looked around at a couple crisp five and ten dollar bills that had spilled from Tina’s outfit when she shrank. Steph pocketed them and then contemplated what to do with the tiny woman. She picked up one of Tina’s yellow oversized heels feeling it‘s heft in her hand. Steph brought the shoe over tiny Tina’s little body and prepared to crush her with it like you might do to a bug. That would certainly get rid of the evidence. Tina’s remains would be so insignificant that her bloody smear would easily be mistaken for a bit of menstrual leftovers in her own undies. Steph brought the shoe down but at the last instant thought better of it and stopped. She tossed the shoe aside. The tiny Tina still cowered there in the G-string. Steph delicately picked up the garment by the straps and dumped it on the counter. She began undressing. She had decided she liked the Yellow g-string enough to wear it. She stood in front of the mirror admiring her nude form for a moment. Standing profile she mentally compared her breast size with Tina and decided it was a close enough match. She let her hands drift over her smooth belly where another tiny thing was held captive. She had almost forgotten him. The one she had swallowed in the heat of passion along with a spoonful of blueberry yogurt and a portion of Beka’s saliva.

Steph fit the yellow bra top over her breasts and strapped it in back. It fit well. She then slowly picked up the g-string from the counter, careful not to spill it’s contents. The thought of sharing underwear was a little disgusting but she didn’t have much choice. She delicately put her feet in one at a time then slid the undergarment up her thighs. She paused long enough to look down past her modestly trimmed bush at the terrified shrunken stripper. Tina did not look happy that Steph was borrowing her underwear. Too bad. Steph pulled the garment up until it fit snuggly between her cheeks and showed a generous camel toe with a spec of a passenger. She then continued picking out her garments.

The bachelor party consisted of thirteen men who had obviously been drinking for quite some time before Steph entered in her naughty school girl outfit complete with plaid skirt and button down white dress shirt open further than any school dress code would allow. She hadn’t found any shoes she liked so she was barefoot. The men didn’t notice or mind. They hooted and whistled as she walked between them occasionally leaning in to whisper in their ear. Each time she bent over her skirt slid up revealing the bright yellow thong beneath. When the men tried to touch she slapped their hands away until finally she stood in front of them and asked.

“Who’s the lucky man?” Her eyes shown intensely, something males tend to associate with a sexual response but in Steph’s case was more predatory than anything.

They all pointed to one of the taller handsomer ones, which pleased Steph.

“Well, then. Seeing as this is your last night a free man. We ought to have some fun.” She had a few things in mind.

Steph produced a blindfold from seemingly nowhere drawing hoots and laughs from the men. Many of them crudely conjecturing where she had been hiding it. Steph strode confidently up to the groom who’s eyes were already glazed with alcohol and lust. He certainly wasn’t thinking about his “wife to be” now.

Steph carefully took each of his hands and placed them behind his back. She then straddled his seated form and blindfolded him. He smiled widely as Steph let her crotch settle on him. His breath smelled like whiskey. She could feel his excitement through his pants. She imagined what it must feel like to Tina who was now being pressed between her lips and the groom’s growing erection. Caught helplessly in that fragrant intersection between the gigantic mechanisms of their sexes. Steph wondered what this man would think about having a tiny woman at the mercy of his privates, his sexual prowess. Penis size was always a solid measure of a man’s worth so having this sense of scale would be an instant ego boost. Steph smiled at the thought and subjected her captive to more of the disgusting tease of a game. She looked at the blindfolded groom and slowly began to hate him the way she had to in order to continue with her plans for the evening. She could feel his heartbeat. Rocking her hips back and forth she continued her lap dance occasionally reaching out a hand to brush one of the other men or wave seductively to keep them involved. Once the grooms breathing had quickened enough and they had both begun to sweat. She got up and led the blind folded groom towards the Playpen room, much to the delight of his drunken friends. She sat him down on the bed in the pink light.

“Now, don’t take off that blindfold or you won’t get anything.” Steph caressed his cheek with a hand. She somehow thought it would have been harder to seduce him. A man with a loving fiancé waiting for him. Oh well. She sighed. “Wait here while I get ready big boy.”

She closed the door and returned to the private room where a dozen other drunk men waited. They were equally horny and jealous of the groom. Perhaps planning a wedding of their own just to get with someone like Steph free of guilt.

“I’ll finish with him in a minute, but I think you guys deserve to have some fun too.” Steph looked at the guys who eagerly nodded in agreement. “Well, then what are we waiting for?… Strip.”

Surprisingly enough they complied. A dozen men nude in front of her. A couple of them still weren’t drunk enough to go completely without shame, covering themselves with their hands. A few of the others were so exited that they immediately began warming themselves up. Steph had to suppress a laugh. there are few things more ridiculous looking than a naked excited man. It wasn’t fair, she thought, that women had seemed to inherit all the grace in sexuality while men had been left with simple impulse. Cruel of the creator to make them that way. But not as cruel as she was. She shrank them. 

***

Caleb was the best man. He had paid for everything; the drinks, the room, even the stripper. Admittedly he got more than he bargained for. He was thinking how great this was as he stood there with his dick in his hands in a row with some of his best buds. She was about to do some fantastic stuff for them. The little cute blonde with the nice tits and the perfect ass. Couldn’t be much older than his daughter, but that didn’t matter. He looked to his left and right. Bob and Mark both excited as hell. Just as he looked back towards the stripper it got weird. He was still standing there naked but even through his drunken daze he could tell something was wrong. Caleb was still looking at the cute girl but the perspective had changed significantly. At first he thought he must have fallen down or something because now he looked up at her and she seemed very far away. Something in the drink? This was definitely a trip. He looked for Bob and Mark. They were still on either side of him but hundreds of feet away. Still naked and confused like him. The earth shuddered beneath his feet. Caleb looked around for the cause of the tremor as another one rocked him. It was the girl. She had stepped forward and was now towering over him. Their was no doubt now that she was tall, like miles tall. He looked towards those two bare feet that were shaking the ground all around him. Ten bare toes flat against the floor led to impossibly long legs that towered into the heavens. Caleb now could look almost straight up her skirt. A fact that did not delight him like it might have a few minutes ago. Any erotic thought of his was quickly drowned out by an animal fear, worse than that, an insect’s fear of being caught underfoot. He wanted to run but didn’t know where to go. At first the girl looked as confused as Caleb felt. She simply took a few idle steps as she looked around idly. Caleb wished she would look down because her gigantic toes fell even closer to him now. Her plaid skirt rippled with each step sweeping across her toned thighs between which laid the impetus of every man’s desire now placed in a scale so outrageously juxtaposed with the men that it would crush or consume them rather than yield to be penetrated. Another footstep shook Caleb off his feet. He scrambled to stand up again. The girl’s casual footstep had brought her gigantic right foot only a few hundred feet away from where he was standing. Caleb now stood in her ominous shadow. To his left Bob was screaming and waving his hands to get the stripper’s attention. He looked ridiculous jumping up and down naked. Looking at his scared friend it occurred to Caleb that they must be no larger than ants, and how many times had an ant succeeded at getting his attention? The only thing that came to mind was when Caleb was camping, he had noticed the ants beneath him when he looked down, he had unzipped his jeans taken out his dick and pissed on them. Taking great pleasure at guiding his destructive stream on to the helpless things or drowning their entire cities. He guessed that was about the extent of people’s care for things so much smaller than them.

She was moving again. Caleb watched as she lifted her right foot. Suddenly it was overhead and all that Caleb could do was stare stupidly up as the tremendous toes that hovered over him. In that split second he spotted all the dirt and pieces of debris larger then himself stuck to the calloused skin there. All the history of things that she had unknowingly stepped on. The thousands of organisms that had perished beneath her that she had no knowledge of. The giant girl’s bare foot slid overhead. Then astonishingly didn’t fall on him instead it flew to his left where it impacted with millions of tons of force warping the cheap linoleum that the strip club’s floor consisted of, straining the wood beneath which groaned audibly from the strain. And there was Bob, he had missed being stepped on by only a few feet. He was on his back scooting away from her little toe which had unknowingly landed so close to him. Lucky bastard another inch and he would have been flattened. Then suddenly she took another small step. Her right foot slid forward, what to her, must have been only a few inches. She let it settle again slowly allowing Caleb a glimpse of Bob’s last moment alive. He had raised his hands up in a feeble gesture then was slowly pressed against the foot flesh. Caleb watched her toes slowly spread the way they do as weight settles on them. Then they slid back again revealing the tiniest bloody smear where Bob had been. Caleb panicked and started running. Which amounted to the surest way of being found by the giantess. When her blue grey eyes swept over him he wished that she had stepped on him too.

The giantess knelt over him and removed something from her pocket. A crisp twenty dollar bill. It was about the color and size of two football fields placed end to end. She set one end down holding the other end and then slid it along the ground towards Caleb. It hit him in the ankles sending him sprawling onto the rough green paper. Then suddenly as he lay there in pain the edges of the bill curled up and lifted off the ground. Vertigo quickly followed as he ascended thousands of feet in only a few seconds. then the surface he was on tilted and he was sliding he reached the edge and fell several long feet into her waiting palm where he waited as she repeated the process for nine other of his friends. She stopped looking at that point meaning she must have accidentally caught two beneath her feet during the hunt. Now she turned and looked at what she had caught.

Those blue grey eyes were terrifying. The girl, who was no older than Caleb’s daughter, looked at him and the other naked men in a way that scared the hell out of him. Women talk of being objectified, having their humanity undermined by becoming an object of want. Those men in her hand. They had their humanity reduced to nothing. Those eyes didn’t see people, they saw bugs, or toys, or candy. It was a one way relationship, they could do nothing to her, she could do anything to them. Her pleasant smile did little to ease Caleb’s fears.

She was walking. From one vast room to another. This one bathed in pink light. The palm they were standing on tilted and they fell painfully to the surface below. Caleb looked around confused about where he was.

A vast plain of cheap laminate. To his right was a cliff that fell thousands of feet to the floor below. And to his left was a city filled with skyscrapers of outlandish shapes and colors. One was a glass tower that looked like it might be a hundred stories tall. Beside that was a silver building tall and slender, rounded at the top. Behind it was a purple thing that towered over the others and mushroomed at the top making it look less like a skyscraper and more like a… dildo. A thousand foot tall dildo. The men looked around and saw their surroundings for what they were; sex toys. All around them were bottles of lubricant hundreds of feet tall, Strings with anal beads fifty feet across strung together by rope thicker than a man was tall, phalluses of all shapes and utilities, some things that looked so alien and threatening they pulled at the men’s sanity. Then from behind where he and the men were standing came a woman’s voice only so loud and booming it sounded like it was coming from all around them. Caleb turned and looked up at the goddess who now casually shed garments as she mouthed words to loud to be heard. The cliff he was standing on was thousands of feet tall but it only came level with giantess’s crotch. She rose up far beyond that, past huge swells of tit flesh to a beautiful and uncaring face framed by blonde hair. Her eyes fell to the counter top where Caleb and the shrunken men were standing. They swept across the counter searching for him. Caleb was suddenly aware that the other men were running. Fleeing into the forest of sexual products to escape her gaze. He did the same. He started running as fast as he could. He ran towards the nearest shelter, the shadowed arch made by a fallen flesh colored dildo that rested on it’s plastic balls and tip forming a cave beneath. The thing was so big it looked like the damn titanic. Caleb passed into it’s shadow and continued running. He could see a few of his friends hiding in the nook between the two fake balls. His mind crazily noticed how large the veins were on the thing, almost cartoonish. He didn’t dare stop he continued running out the other side past another massive vibrator of polished metal. It looked like a Buck Rogers rocket ship. Past another building with giant red letters; K and Y stenciled on the side. Finally something he could hide in. A pink fleshy wall with a cave and two enormous synthetic labia guarding it. A bud of plastic the size of a house represented the fake clitoris overhead. He climbed over the wrinkly latex lips and into the tunnel which was lit with the soft pink glow of ambient light sinking through the soft plastic walls. It stretched off towards the back of the cave where it got darker. It reeked of a plastic smell which Caleb supposed was better than many of the alternative smells he could have found here. Here he hid and waited and hoped.

“You into any sort of kinks?” Steph casually asked the groom as she undressed.

“Kinks?” The blindfolded man responded, his voice uncertain.

“Well you liked the school girl thing and the blindfold… So I was wondering if you wanted to try some other stuff.” She slid the yellow g-string off and then brought it up to her face. Tina was still there, and she looked relatively unharmed. Although it was hard to tell at her size. Beyond the fact that she’s moving their wasn’t much Steph could diagnose. Steph took the cap off of a squat jar of KY and dropped Tina in. Steph didn’t want to have to hunt for her like the others.

“Sure.” The groom said after a pause.

“Leave the blindfold on then, while I get ready.” Steph looked back over to the counter with all the sex toys on it. The men had all run off and hidden themselves. She would have to find them. Make a game of it. Hide and Seek of the weirdest variety. She was about to start looking when she saw something she fell in love with. She reached out and picked up a large white dildo about seven or eight inches long complete with those little anatomical details that add to the fun. A big vein along the top, smaller ones on the sides. Two hefty round plastic balls and a mushroom tip complete with slit. Best of all it was attached to a leather harness her size. She was in strap-on heaven, a place that sadistic bisexuals like Steph loved. She put it on. lovingly buckling it on. It left a convenient gap near her privates and ass that she found very thoughtful. And she liked the weight of it pressing against her pelvis. This will scare the shit out of the little guys, she thought pleasantly to herself as she began hunting them.

***

Caleb watched in horror as the giantess equipped herself with a gigantic strap on. A symbol of female empowerment now of monolithic size. It’s bright white length reminding Caleb of the Washington Monument, that nine hundred foot tall obelisk in the nation’s capitol. The thing swung ponderously between her thighs as she turned to hunt for them again. The bright white phallus swaying over the countertop as if it searched as well with it’s one gigantic slit of an eye. Caleb bore silent witness from his hiding place as the giantess’s hand fell from the heavens and wrapped itself around the dildo that Caleb had just passed under on his way here. Her fingers settled on it’s length and the impossibly large thing lifted away with ease revealing the two men that had been hiding there. Caleb stared as the two men ran for their lives. They were so small their progress was almost immeasurable. The giant girl laughed and leaned into the counter until her thighs touched it. A very sexual gesture in and of it’s self. Which also let that giant white thing drift over the two men. They shuddered in the shadow of the plastic phallus that hovered over them. The girl gripped it’s base with two huge fingers bending it upwards, apparently to get a look at the two tiny men beneath it. It's head swung quickly upwards. Then without warning she brought it’s huge length down like a cudgel. The sound it made when it hit the counter was the most disturbing thing Caleb had ever heard; a dull meaty smack that echoed with finality. The counter shook as Caleb’s two friends disappeared beneath the giant toy, smeared into nothing. The impact shook Caleb from his feet. He lay there on his back in the entrance of the plastic pussy that he hid in. He looked up at the cruel giantess whose gigantic naked breasts still jiggled from the impact. Her nipples were hard and her lips were wet. She stared intently down at two small smears of blood on the underside of her artificial dick. Then she looked around again, searching, hunting. It was a game to her. Caleb watched as she found three more of the tiny men and trapped them beneath an overturned shot glass on the counter.

Caleb realized too late that he was still visible in the entrance to that orifice. Her eyes caught him. He turned and ran. Stumbling over the plastic ridges that were put there for the pleasure of some very lonely guy. He thought frantically to himself that it had been his imagination that her eyes fell on him. She didn’t see him, after all he was small and naked and pink on a pink surface. She hadn’t seen him. He reached the end of the tunnel out of breath. He knelt there at the convergence of plastic where a cervix would be in a real woman. This thing he was in did not exist for the purpose of reproduction so a gateway to the womb was not needed. Only a solid wall of latex to catch the lonely customer’s seed. It also trapped Caleb, the only exit being the way he came in. A tense moment passed as Caleb slowed his breathing assuring himself that the giant woman with the huge plastic dick didn’t know where he was. Then shadows beyond that opaque surface of plastic above his head. Shadows like fingers running along the pink roof of his hiding place. A shudder and then the whole thing was rising. Tipping wildly until Caleb lay on his back against the place where the cervix should be framed in a column of light from the fixture on the ceiling. Between the two fake labia he looked from the inside out. A perspective most people ever get to experience once, and with their mothers no less. Then suddenly her face settled there in that slit. Those blue grey eyes. That blonde hair. She raised the thing higher until only her one eye shone through the hole. It saw him.

“Found you. Come out of there.” The goddess spoke softly and slowly for his benefit, the words still echoing inside the confines of this plastic cave.

Caleb had no intention of coming out. But she had ways of persuading him. Her mouth was at the entrance. She pursed her lips as if in anticipation of a kiss, and then spit. A mouthful of saliva fell towards Caleb. The slimy mass of bubbles and goop slid down the wall of the pocket pussy before colliding with Caleb. It must have been at least a swimming pool worth of it that he struggled not to drown in.  Then gravity shifted again and he slid down into the grooves as the cave leveled out. Beyond the slit of it’s entrance Caleb saw her belly button rush by, then suddenly the entire entrance afforded a view of only one thing; a waiting dick. The ying to this rubber pussy’s yang. Together they would make a synthetic union that would bear no children, that no one would feel except Caleb as he was caught in the middle. He screamed as the thing pushed it’s way in. It was Moby dick; the great white whale, and it was coming to consume it’s Ahab or at least crush him into a pulp. The white thing surged forward pushing the walls apart as it rushed towards Caleb. It was bathed with a dreamlike pink light from the diffused glow emitted from the thin walls of the tunnel. It’s head was almost a hundred feet tall with a slit that was nearly thirty. Caleb wondered where that slit led to. It being a facsimile meant it had no need of a real piss hole. He almost immediately got a closer look. The rigid white plastic hit him with the force of a freight train pressing him into the pink wall behind him. Then it slid away just as quickly. The whole repeated process was asinine or at very least ceremonial when it lost it’s function. The sticky liquid that held him clung to everything. long ropes of saliva dripped from the white tip making the thing look disturbingly real. It rushed towards Caleb again, pushing a small wave of spit in front of it as the pleasure ridges of the vagina stretched to accommodate it. Caleb prepared to be crushed entirely by it. As it crashed against the back wall a wave of spit sloshed and carried him up on top of it causing him to stick there as thrust again than withdrew it. Out into the light of the room on the giant murderous thing’s tip. He lay on his back staring up seeing the cave he was just forcefully removed from. It’s glistening fake lips beckoning him back in as a passenger once more. He looked up, first seeing the giant belly button that punctuated the vast expanse of abdomen, then to the underside of her gigantic tits, nipples hard with excitement. Between the valley of her mounds he could see her face.

***

Steph rammed her faux dick into the tiny man’s hiding place not really caring if he survived or not. She still had at least seven more tiny men and a badly bruised tiny woman. After a few thrusts she withdrew it and to her delight the tiny spec of a man was dripping down her tip. She giggled at that pathetic sight and ran a finger up the slit scooping him off. He glistened on the tip of her finger with her spit. She then sent that finger down past the white dildo between her legs and gently smeared the tiny man against herself. Hopefully he would stick there for a while and get treated to a view of the real thing. Turning her attention to the other seven friends of the groom she came up with a most disgusting idea. Reaching towards one of the nearby bowls she grabbed a small package. She opened it quickly removing a condom. She held it there in her fingers for a moment. Looking at the ring and the clear latex reservoir which she mused was a much more fitting name at this scale.

“Hey, what’s taking so long?” The blindfolded groom questioned form the bed. He lay there still in his jeans and button up shirt.

“Just a sec.” Steph said absentmindedly. “No peaking.” She reminded him.

The upside down shot glass had seven men trapped beneath it. She put her fingers on it than gently slid it towards the edge of the counter. She placed the condom there and slid the shot glass over the edge causing it’s helpless inhabitants to tumble into the latex contraceptive. She held it up and watched the tiny men struggle against their rubber prison. All of them fit nicely into the very tip, their frantic motions barely moving the latex. Steph held the condom in one hand as she grabbed the KY and used her finger to fish out a dab of the oily slightly yellow stuff with the tiny Tina in it. She smeared the glob onto the tip of her white strap-on. The lubricant held her there perfectly. She then walked towards the groom who sat up expectantly as she strode towards the bed.

***

The seven men realized where they were fairly quickly. It was about the worst feeling in the world. An unimaginable fear of what was going to inevitably happen next. The latex barely gave at all against their pounding fists and they knew it was designed to stand up to much worse than anything they could do to it. Many of the men tried desperately to climb the near vertical sides but that was quickly found impossible. They could only stare out the top of thing over the rolled ring to the woman that carried them. Or out the nearly entirely clear sides of their prison. They watched the girls thighs move back and forth as she walked across the room. Her pounding feet far below. The giant white thing that swung back and forth with her step. Her bobbing breasts far over head. Everything was so much larger than them.

Then they saw him. The groom, the person who this whole damn party was for. He was standing next to the bed wearing the same outfit that he had been wearing only a few minutes before when they were all at the same party in the next room. Now he was huge. Larger than anything they had ever seen.

As they drew closer, the men’s view became limited. Through the clear wall of the condom all they could see was the crotch of a pair of blue jeans. They were close enough to see every stitch, every thread, and that gigantic copper button that two masculine hands now fell upon. It slid free of it’s catch, a flap of fabric pulled aside to reveal that zipper. As it slid by unhooking teeth the size of cars it made a horrendous and ominous noise. One that struck fear in the hearts of his tiny friends. Tight white fabric stretched by the shapes beneath peaked from behind the jeans. Most of the men were crying now, pleading, screaming. The jeans slid down to the ground and were shed. The enormous bulge sat there briefly wrapped in fabric before masculine hands returned and revealed what the tiny men feared. A thumb sank beneath the waist band pulling it downwards as dark tufts of curly hair as thick around as trees peaked over. The hairy forest clung all around the base of the gigantic alien thing that emerged. It rolled over the descending elastic and swung down hitting the thigh with a loud smack. For a moment it just hung there resting against the man's leg and ballsac. Then it continued to gorge itself with blood and slowly rose in steady incriments like an Egyptian obelisk being raised on ropes by a thousand slaves.

The men hadn’t had many opportunities to look at penis’s other than their own except the occasional glimpse to compare size. Well the comparisons were in and this was the biggest. The worst part was that they about to get a closer look. The underwear fell away leaving the trapped men with the full view of everything. Their friend’s steadily stiffening endowment and the two huge orbs that hung beneath it. Those giant balls beneath curly hair and wrinkled skin held the torrent that would be their death.

The condom they were in shifted forward towards those giant orbs. Then instinctively the sniveling groomsmen looked up past the ring of their prison to the faces of their captors. The blonde’s cruel eyes and the groom’s blindfolded grin. Then a third expected guest joined the picture. It’s bright red tip sealing them in. The condom was rolled on trapping them in the humid space that was about to be the worst place in the world to be.

***

Every part of Tina’s body hurt. She wished she could pass out because it was going to get worse. That was certain. She was held still by a gob of KY, her own KY. She struggled uselessly as she was trapped against that bitch’s strap-on. She recognized the giant man as he stripped. That was the groom that she was supposed to be entertaining. Now the naked man towered over her putting her on eye level with his big dick that had a condom being rolled over it. She cringed at the sight but not as much as the next part. The man turned around and began bending over.

“Where no woman has gone before.” The giant girl’s thunderous voice boomed over head. The statement was no doubt intended for Tina.

The man’s ass was hairy as most men’s asses are. As he bent his cheeks parted revealing a stained hairy canyon. Tina screamed as loud as she could, a high shrill scream that only she could hear. The groom’s anus loomed in front of her and below that she could see hanging balls and the man’s slowly moving hand on his sheathed penis. Then Tina was between his parted cheeks The shit stained ass hole was at least sixty feet across and it clenched and unclenched seemingly at random. Tina fought violently to break the grip of the jelly and jump to her death rather than suffer this. She managed to get an arm free of the KY and struggled to free another limb grasping desperately for a handhold on the white plastic surface. It was too late. The smell was overwhelming already. Tina screamed again as she was pressed against the wrinkled pink flesh, it contracted as if it was pulling at her. Then a steady crushing pressure, her face pressed into it’s center as eight hundred feet of dildo behind her urged her on. She screamed again for a split second until something gave and she rushed forward into darkness. Her scream overpowered by an impossibly loud slurping sound as she rode inside. It was hot and warm and pitch black. The smell was so bad that it hurt to breath. And she was sliding further…

Steph had always preferred women for sex in both form and function, but men had their uses. A typical Penis was so silly looking but so effective. The warm needy feeling of some alien thing searching desperately for your center. It’s difficult to describe the attraction to them but it is a strong one even for a girl who has always preferred the fairer gender. Strapons were often proposed as a way for women to approximate the most basic form of intercourse. But after much experimentation Steph found that women just didn’t have the talent to use them properly. Men know how to thrust, it’s instinctual and heavily engrained into their psyche, the species would die out if men did not know how to thrust. Women however don’t, they rock their hips or sway in time with you but they never really get the concept. The expression of violent desperate physical love. And then of course women can never duplicate that warm feeling of the man’s last hurrah. Leaving something behind inside of you, life incarnate. Six hundred million tiny soldiers deployed for one mission but destined to die drying against your inner thigh. It’s weird, but weird in a way that Steph had always loved.

In her mind sex should have casualties.

***

The gigantic blonde laid outstretched in front of them like a vast landscape to explore. And these seven groomsmen were about to go spelunking. Through the walls of their contraceptive prison they watched in horror as their destination came into view. A widening canyon comprised of two smooth tan thighs with the gate to their tormentor's interior at its apex. Following the crack of her ass up from the bed, there was a pink butt hole that could not be ruled out as a destination. Then two fleshy pink lips topped with a house sized clitoris. And above that resting on a trimmed forest of pubes, sat a skyscraper sized white tower that had claimed the lives of two of their friends, in fact it still bore two comically small smears of blood on its underside. Beyond the towering strap-on, the vast plain of her flat stomach was interrupted by the dip of a belly button before raising into two perfectly formed mountains of slowly rocking tit flesh crowned with perky nipples that must have been the size of five story buildings.

Mark had known the groom nearly all his life. They had gone to college together, where they had both done their share of stupid fun stuff. They had even had a threesome with this dumb brunette at a sorority once. But, as far as shared sexual conquests, this was going to be the worst. Mark and the rest of the survivors of this twisted bachelor party were a fraction of an inch tall and trapped in the worst place in the world.

Inside the condom, conditions were getting worse. The condom’s tip bounced up and down in rhythm to the groom's deafening heartbeats. The slit in the back wall of their prison was thirty feet tall and now gaped almost five feet wide. A constant stream of viscous clear liquid oozed from within and filled the space. It was just a tiny dribble of precum but it was already up to the groomsmen’s knees. They had to fight to keep from losing their feet and being submerged in the sticky stuff. The smell of it seeped into the men's pores tainting them with a musky reek that would probably never leave them. Having nothing else to do, Mark, watched the others, all friends of his, alternate between pleading, praying, and screaming. An exercise in futility. Even while yelling themselves hoarse, the sound of their desperation couldn't escape the latex walls. 

The girl’s privates drew closer until they were only feet away. Gigantic fingers prepared the way. The tan surface parted revealing pink flesh beneath. An actual passage peaked from in between fingertips as moist skin reluctantly parted. The surface here moved and contracted on it’s own volition making the girl’s sexual apparatus appear like a hungry monster from some terrible movie with astounding special effects.

The groom’s dick moved forward and several of the trapped groomsmen screamed and continued to sob uncontrollably. The woman’s flesh clumsily pressed into the latex and pushed the men back against the giant cockhead which shuddered like an earthquake at the stimulus. Two of the groomsmen lost their footing and were completly submerged in the warm liquid. Mark rushed to help them just as the first violent thrust sent them all rushing forward. A quarter mile of pink interior passed by. The dark humid confines of contracting love tunnel surrounded the men. The quick movements of coitus were a vertigo and madness inducing blur. Inside the love bubble on the tip of the groom's dick Mark fought to figure out what was going on. It was nearly completely dark, all he could hear were the terrified screams of his friends, a deafening wet sliding sound, and the thunderous moans of his captors. Standing up was impossible now and Mark found himself mostly swimming in the thick choking goop. Then it was light again. Mark wiped the goop from his eyes and looked around. He instantly wretched. Looking around he could see the remains of two of his friends smeared into an unrecognizable mess clinging to the skin in front of him. A little left of that, another man was trapped several feet inside the gaping cleft. Thankfully Mark didn't have long to look at that. One short unmerciful glimpse, then they were once again plunged deep into the blonde’s cunt.

Mark readied himself for death. With a final thrust they were deep inside the woman. It was suddenly still. Leaving Mark breathing the humid musk and listening intently for what must inevitably happen next.

“Is that it? Is it over?” A frantic pleading voice greeted Mark from the darkness.

Mark didn’t reply, he simply listened. When the sound came it was much worse than he had imagined. Somewhere outside far above, the groom let out a rumbling groan of ecstasy. Then a deeper thunderous sound filled the space. The rubber floor beneath them jerked suddenly upwards as a series of uncontrollable contractions took over the situation. The thunder grew closer until Mark’s ears popped from the pressure change. A half second later a salty flood burst from the monster and hit the latex wall with the force and mass of a speeding freight train instantly filling the space completely. The surviving groomsmen were at the center of creation. What many religions considered the closest any man could get to the divine. Just like all acts of creation the physical manifestation is considerably grosser than the concept. Like the big bang, the formation of the universe, creation was explosive, messy and dangerous. And sticky. Relieved of its purpose the grooms dick softened lazily and slid back into the light dragging with it it’s load and the tiny men trapped with in.

***

It was over before it began. The groom had a big dick but he certainly didn’t know how to use it. Thirty seconds of sweaty, heaving, needy sex, then climax. For him at least. Steph leaned forward into him as he thrust deep inside of her for the final time. His moaning clenched face looked ridiculous. She gave him a moment before pushing him off of her. His dick sliding limply out.

“Hey thanks for the fuck” The grinning groom said in all sincerity. He was massaging his balls causing the used condom he was still wearing to bounce lightly up and down. “I’m getting married tomorrow.” An awkward silence. “You probably knew that.” He gripped the latex ring and moved to begin taking it off.

“Don’t.” Steph slid to the edge of the bed and grabbed his wrist pulling him closer.

“Don’t what?” The groom looked confused.

“Leave it on for a second.” Steph looked at the reservoir of cum that hung beneath the man’s dick. All and all it was a good sized load.

“You know, you’re a pretty weird girl.” The groom smiled.

“You don’t know the half of it.”

The clear latex’s exterior was beaded with Steph’s own juices. She looked closer. She was always fascinated by the substance, from a scientific standpoint it was genetic diversity in a small package. A microcosm of evolutionary science, a universe worth of primordial life hanging from the tip of this jackass’s dick. No one appreciated it’s complexity. It was an entire generation waiting to be born, or one swallow. By many definitions fellatio could be considered genocide, a hundred times the worst holocaust. Biology was full of little contradictions that made life so bitter sweet.

As Steph looked, a grin came to her face. Beyond the thin latex something exceedingly tiny moved inside that white lake. A tiny being hopelessly inundated in sexual fluids. Steph knew it was one of this guy’s groomsmen, no doubt one of his best friends. She looked up at the groom who still stupidly grinned at her.

“Look at the mess you made.” She talked to him like a child, most men liked that.

“Yeah, pretty good eh?”

“You betcha big boy. You want a closer look?”

"What?" He had only a moment to be puzzeled.

She put a hand on the condom and touched the ring on her finger which instantly glowed with a subtle energy.

As easy as all the others, the groom disappeared. She looked around on the bed, the ground, her own body, to see if maybe the groom had landed on any of those places.

No. She smiled.

She must have caught him as she intended. In Steph’s fingers hung the condom that only a second ago had been occupied. Now it was occupied in a different sense. She brought it up to her face, delighting in the mixed scents of her own sex and the musk of her now shrunken partner. She looked closely if she had indeed caught the groomsmen. A few tiny things were moving around in the mess.

“Hey, guys.” Steph prodded the condom with a free finger. Squinting she could make out at least three men desperately treading to try and stay at the surface of the sticky stuff. It was no doubt a loosing battle. She wondered what it must be like to be the groom right now, drowning in your own indiscretion. She wondered if his thoughts drifted to his no longer “soon to be wife.” No matter. It’s just a used condom, a gross little piece of trash, unwanted evidence of a sin.

Steph stood up and started towards the door. Without even missing a step she casually tossed the mess in the wastebasket on the way out. It landed with a dull splat that didn’t even reach her ears.

***

Tina had blacked out. Whether it was from her physical injuries, a mental shock, or lack of oxygen she didn’t know. But when she awoke again things were just as bad as when she blacked out.

The shrunken stripper had been pushed deep into the groom’s rectum riding a skyscraper sized dildo. After she had blacked out she must have been brought back out on another thrust and deposited on the outside of the man’s anus. She could plainly see his asshole. But she wasn’t on it. She was drifting away in a murky mucus that surrounded her. A diffused light shown all around and she couldn’t breathe. Her mind violently tried to find a logical conclusion through it’s semi-conscious daze. A familiar taste. Then she was aware of movement. Not just the slight movement of the man’s gargantuan buttocks. Something was moving all around her. Something too terrible to imagine. She opened her mouth to scream, no breath came out, but a thick slimy goo poured in. An alien looking creature the size of a school bus flailed blindly towards her through the muck. It’s simple streamlined shape followed by a waving stringy tail. And all around there were more. They were everywhere swimming in every direction. All in all about six hundred million of them. Helpless to even move in the thick syrup she could only watch the determined thing swim towards her. The blind genetic traveler smashed into Tina carrying her struggling form deeper into a sea of life.

***

Kate woke up in her dorm room. Her body still shook from the remainder of a quickly fading nightmare. She pulled back the sheets and her feet found the floor. Kate flipped her desk light on and pulled a rogue strand of brunette hair from her sweat soaked brow. She sat there nervously smoothing the folds in her pajama bottoms.

Had it all been a bad dream?

She went to the sink and poured herself a glass of water to soothe her irritated throat.