Misplaced Punishment: Naughty Sisters

“You’re kidding!” Caroline said to her younger sister Chelsea. The pair sat around Caroline’s round dinner table, each with a glass of wine in hand. Between them was a tray of cheese and crackers. The two didn’t get to see each other very often, so when they did get together they spared no expense.

“You know I don’t kid,” Chelsea replied, taking a sip of her merlot. Her black hair was in a ponytail and she wore tight brown leggings with a tank top, an outfit she’d gotten used to during her years as a competitive weightlifter. “The little bastard totally deserves it.”

Caroline just giggled aloud as she pictured the image Chelsea had given her. Despite herself, it was her sister after all, her pussy tingled in a way that told her later tonight she’d need some alone time. She would never have known if Chelsea hadn’t told her. The only sign that anything was slightly off today was that Chelsea was smiling far more than normal, and occasionally a small shudder ran through her body.

It was by far the hottest part of the entire situation, that she never would have known. Caroline had simply thought her younger sister, thirty-two to her own thirty-seven, was just cold.

“Nope!” she’d responded when Caroline asked her if she wanted a jacket. “I caught a little pervert who shrunk himself and he’s in my asshole right now.” Casually she sipped her wine as though it were the most normal thing in the world.

Right now, in my sister’s ass, is a little man!, Caroline’s inner voice shouted as they laughed and giggled together, having each had several glasses of wine. The older sister couldn’t help but imagine how he must feel in there, stuck in her sister’s rectum. Both how the little man must have been hating life, and how her sister obviously loved the sensation.

It had been so long since she’d had a man inside of her, and never a shrunken man, that even the angel on Caroline’s shoulder was breathing heavily.

“Oh!” said Chelsea as she leaned forward and picked up another cracker. Her eyes shifted to the side; she was clearly feeling something wonderful. “I think he just got a hand or something through my hole!”

Caroline almost spit out her wine when she heard that.

“Oh my god!” she said loudly, unable to control her voice. Surprised at herself she put both hands over her mouth as though that would make her quieter. Her son, Chase, was in the house somewhere. Probably sleeping.

Images of their childhood together ran through Caroline’s mind, when they were teenagers and discussing boys and all their weird behavior:

       (Chelsea and Caroline as teenagers)

“Wait wait wait,” Caroline said, holding up a hand before her sister could continue. “Run me through how this all happened!”

Chelsea took a moment to chew her cracker and enjoy her little ass-toy’s attempts to slip back out through her sphincter. Then she took a breath, flexed her butt cheeks, and sucked him back inside. The woman eagerly awaited his next escape attempt.

“Remember when I told you I caught a guy hiding in the lockers at the gym?”

“Of course I remember!” Caroline said, “That’s not something to forget.” She shuddered at the thought of some random person seeing her naked, without her knowledge or permission. Chelsea had hit him hard enough to knock him down, but he’d still gotten away from her and the authorities.

“Well, I got a good look at his face when he ran out,” Chelsea said. She paused. “Do you know what Tiny Tinder is?”

The older sister nodded. She knew what it was but had never tried it due to a combination of mistrust and her not being brave enough to ‘hook up’ with a random person. Since Chelsea was pretty close to her opposite in terms of character, she wasn’t surprised to hear she was familiar it. Though she would have been surprised how often and vindictively she used it.

“Okay that saves us some time,” the younger sister continued. “So you get a lot of weirdos on there of course,” she said unironically as she held a man for torture in her colon, “But you kinda learn what people want from how they talk about themselves and what pictures they post. Some guys want to be the giant, but most want to be the tiny instead. They just can’t get enough of the ol’ organic slip and slide.”

Together the women giggled as Chelsea mimed a cracker slipping in and out of her pointer and middle fingers.

“But this guy just wanted to be a little observer. His whole profile was about wanting to watch a gal masturbate or get with somebody else.”

“Sooo, you thought it might be him?” Caroline asked, seeing where this was going.

“Exactly!” said Chelsea as she gestured with her wine glass. “And at the end of his picture roll I could see his face in the reflection of a mirror! Most guys don’t show their faces, just their packages. But this was definitely that asshole locker-watcher. So this morning I offered to let him watch me masturbate in a hotel room. He paid of course.”

Chelsea grabbed the wine bottle from the middle of the table and emptied it into her glass. Caroline rolled her eyes and stood to get another from near the sink.

“He got to watch all right,” Chelsea continued as her sister uncorked a bottle or rosé. “I knew right where he was the whole time, so I let him watch me and Mr. Hitachi,” her nickname for her favorite vibrator, “play for a bit. Then I snagged him from behind the television and let him do the vibrating for me…”

She giggled as she pointed to her muscular backside with both hands and spoke playfully.

“In my butt.”

“Wait wait wait,” Caroline said again, laughter in her voice, as she came back to the kitchen table, “If this guy’s such a pervert and all, why did you give him what he wanted?”

“Oh I didn’t!” Chelsea said with a wide grin on her face. “He made it very clear that he didn’t want any kind of touching or insertion play. Strictly voyeur. He even told me that if I’d had mentioned slipping his tiny self into me, he’d have just blocked me.”

Chelsea gave her older sister the most innocent look she could make, immediately followed by an obvious orgasm face as a small shudder ran through her body. Caroline felt a twinge of jealousy at seeing her sister orgasm so easily. At having a little living toy to keep for herself.

But mostly at the knowledge that her sister got to punish the little creep. She’d never gotten the chance to punish her ex-husband before he’d ran off with the babysitter to Peru. It wouldn’t be wrong to say she held a small grudge against the Y-chromosome, despite having an unrelenting urge for their one redeeming body part.

-- 

What?, Chase thought to himself as he walked down the hallway approaching the kitchen. He stopped walking before he turned the corner, realizing his mother and aunt were drinking again. And having what seemed like a very interesting conversation.

Chase loved his aunt very much; she was a fun lady, if a bit eccentric. Especially when compared to his mother’s generally toned back personality. But he knew how she and his mom got when they were drinking and he didn’t want to deal with it until he knew what he might be walking into.

Instead he leaned against the wall. It was cold on his shoulder; he didn’t believe in wearing shirts inside. Each of his girlfriends had appreciated that. He was a receiver on his high school football team had a toned and sculpted body. He ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair that his mother frequently insisted he cut as the talking resumed.

-- 

“So, have you done that often?” he heard his mother’s voice say. “Messed with tinies?”

“Oh yeah, all the time,” his aunt said, “Usually not like this though. You know I don’t like guys, so most of the time I set the app on a timer and I’m long gone before they size back up and I have to deal with them.”

--

Chase heard a chair scoot as his mother sat down.

Tinies?, He asked himself. Like that app?

--

“So, you, what?” If Chase didn’t know better, he’d have said his mother was excited about something. “They get small and – I don’t know…”

“Oh just get to it!” Chelsea interrupted, laughing. “You can use them for just about everything. An eight-incher is an excellent dildo, three-inchers are great to eat—”

--

Eat?, Chase thought, his stomach leaping into his throat as his aunt kept talking about ways she used tinies.

--

“Wait. What? Wow, you’ve actually eaten a tiny?”, Caroline was shocked. Even for Chelsea, that sounded a bit extreme.

“Oh, lots.”

“OK, you swallow them, but you don’t, like, digest…?, Caroline began.

“All up”, Chelsea replied firmly, rubbing her belly playfully.

“I can’t believe you sis. That’s like murder”, said Caroline.

“No, not really. Once they’re that size, they’re simply not considered human beings any more. Until they get resized atleast. They have to agree to my setting requests after all, so I’m under no legal obligation to not eat them. And I gotta say, the best ones to eat are teenage boys.”

“Shhh. Chase is around here somewhere, hopefully sleeping still”, Caroline half-whispered. The thought of eating a little teenager kind of thrilled her, but she would be embarrassed for her son to overhear her talking about it. Then, grinning sheepishly, she said, “Tell me about it.”

“Sorry”, Chelsea got the point, then continued, “Anyway. They’re by far the tastiest and squirmiest both in the throat and in the belly. They really try to fight to get out”, Chelsea giggled, her eyes taking on a faraway look as if reminiscing over some previous experiences.

“So, you swallow them then? You don’t, like, chew them up?”

“Most of the time, yep, I swallow them up after playing with them for a bit, of course. I try to get them right on the edge of cumming. It’s so much fun. When I feel their little bodies stiffen up, that’s when I swallow them down.”

“You always were a cock tease Chels. But, I’m surprised that teenagers use the app. I thought it was just for adults?”, asked Caroline.

“Oh, tons of teens use it. In fact, I bet they make up the majority of the kidnappings. I’m pretty sure the little guy in my butt is a teenager. I think he works at the gym…well, worked”, she corrected herself, chuckling.

Caroline just shook her head in amazement. “You’re so bad. That’s someone’s kid Chels.”

“Anyway, they’re the best to eat”, Chelsea continued after a couple moments, ignoring her sister’s goody-two-shoes comment. “The soft texture of their little bodies, contrasted with their hard little things. The way they squirm and wiggle around, trying to survive. It’s heavenly.” As if to accentuate her point, her eyes rolled skyward as she said this.

“So, how…how do you go about getting..”, Caroline began, only to be interrupted by Chelsea, who knew where she was headed.

“That’s pretty easy. You know teenage boys are thinking about sex like all of the time. When I know I’m dealing with a teenager, I just update my profile picture. No teenage boy can resist a nice smooth vagina with lips spread just enough to give them a peek inside”, she giggled, then added, “when I communicate with them, I send a text with audio and I use my sultriest voice and a little dirty talk. I promise to let them cum in my mouth.”

“Chelsea!”, Caroline mock-scolded her, but couldn’t suppress her own smile.

“What?”, said Chelsea, giving her sister the ‘did I do something wrong’ look. “In fact, I’ll tell you about my favorite snack. I’ll never forget it. He was a seventeen year old boy that I came across on my way to Trinity’s parent-teacher conference. The boy was playing basketball with some of his friends, the court being on the school grounds. When I walked by, I heard some whistles and catcalls. When I turned and challenged them to put their money where their mouth was, they all chickened out except him.”

Chelsea paused to take a sip of wine, than continued, “He said he was looking for an ‘experienced’ woman, haha. The boy was sooo cute…and so naïve. I told him to go take a shower and meet me back there in a couple hours and bring his phone. Well, he surprised me and met me, right on time. I told him to strip naked. He was completely waxed down there and his package was the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen – just flawless. Not big mind you, just…pretty. I just had to try it – so I gave him the sloppiest blowjob before talking him into allowing me to update his settings. I had to have him all for myself.”

Chelsea took another sip of wine, then continued, “I don’t think he’d ever had a blowjob like that before. I had his weenie going around in every direction, even popped his balls with my mouth. He didn’t last but two minutes before he erupted. After I swallowed all his spunk, I could have talked him into almost anything. Then I shrunk him down and ate him. He had the sweetest puppydog eyes as I picked him up and I don’t think he realized what was happening until I gulped him down. I guess you could say I swallowed him twice”, she finished, laughing at her own joke.

--

Chase couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Of course he’d heard about Tiny Tinder, everyone had. Some anonymous and resourceful genius had uploaded it months ago. But even though its popularity had skyrocketed as soon as people discovered it really worked, Chase couldn’t stomach the idea. Still, despite his reluctance to use the app, he found his dick hardening as he listened to his aunt describe her uses of it with teenagers his age. He had no idea she was so sexually liberated, so kinky, and so dangerous.

--

“Omigod. So, they fall for that?”, asked Caroline, clearly enthralled with her sister’s actions.

“Oh yeah. Sometimes, they even ask me for setting preferences, haha”, Chelsea laughed, her voice rising, “those are the ones that end up getting eaten.”

Caroline laughed with her, but put her finger by her mouth, “Shhh. Chase”, she whispered.

“Sorry”, said Chelsea, lowering her voice, “I get a little wound up thinking about it.”

“So, you mentioned there were more uses?”

“Oh yeah, sorry for the tangent. So..”, Chelsea continued after a couple moments, “..fives are good pussy and ass plugs. I’d really love to find another toy for my vagina. That would be a trip, having them both played with at the same time.”

“Some women want stretched over a dildo like a condom…”

--

Chase’s eyes bugged a little when he heard her say that. At this point, Chase stopped listening. He’d heard enough. “Yeah, I don’t need to hear this,” the sixteen-year-old said quietly to himself as he went back upstairs.

--

*** 

Misplaced Punishment: Shrunk and Found

That evening Chase was getting ready for a shower (he set the water to running to heat it up, usually waiting several minutes to get it nice and steamy) and thought while he waited that he’d check out the app and see what all the excitement was about. Still shirtless, he headed back to his room to peel off his socks as well.

En route to his room, he passed his aunt in the hallway.

“Um, hi Chase”, she said as he breezed by, listening to music from his earbuds connected to his phone and barely noticing Chelsea in his peripheral vision as he danced towards his room.

“Hi Aunt Chels”, he said.

Chelsea was impressed – Chase had grown some muscles since she’d last seen him and they were beginning to show on his athletic frame. Nice shoulders and pecs and abs, strong legs, she thought, happy to see her nephew was growing into a man. She lingered by the door to her guest bedroom, which was near to the bathroom, phone in hand. She heard the running water and Chase’s bare footsteps as he went back into the bathroom.

The app downloaded quickly onto his phone, and he idly set up his profile. There wasn’t a lot to it, and he wasn’t expecting much. The thought of mouth play sounded fun, so he chose his preferred height as three inches. He made sure to make himself semi-tough. From what he'd overheard in the conversation earlier, he didn't want to take a chance on going the supertough route and encouraging some girl out there to use him as a forever tiny. Once his profile was set up he ignored the rest of the ‘likes and dislikes’ portion of the app and got to swiping.

His aunt had been right; people didn’t put a lot in their profile pictures. Most of them were close-ups of pussies, both shaved and unshaved. Once he realized that, Chase just kept swiping right. What was the harm? It may lead to some interesting conversation.

Chase finished getting naked next to the tub and idly kicked his boxer shorts into the corner, hitting the side of the shower. His mother hated when he did that, but old habits were hard to brake.

At that moment, his aunt unwittingly entered the bathroom. He must have left the door slightly ajar.

“Oh...Chase”, she said, observing his naked form, “sorry about that. The door was open. Didn’t realize you were in here.” She closed the door gently behind her, then stood next to the door, trying to memorialize the image that she’d just seen. Wow, she didn’t realize how manly Chase had gotten these last couple years. He was always cute, but…he really had grown up, in more ways than one. She smirked mischievously, than scolded herself for such thoughts, “Bad Chelsea. Bad”, she muttered.

Chase had collected himself. He had been flexing in the mirror when she had come in and he had to quickly cover himself. It was slightly embarrassing for his aunt to see him naked, but he was proud of his body, so it didn’t bother him too much. “It’s no problem Aunt Chels”, he tried to keep from sounding nervous or embarrassed.

“Hey listen”, Chelsea said, talking through the door, “I’ll be leaving early tomorrow. I apologize for spending all the time with your mother. So if I don’t see you then, just wanted to say it’s good to see you and sis again. Perhaps I’ll see you again soon and we can spend more time together.”

 “Sure Aunt Chels. That’d be fun. Have a good trip back.”

Chase waited to hear her walk away before getting into the tub. Leaning his upper body just outside of the flowing water, he got back to the app, he sent his request out, then set the phone on the sink next to the tub as he pulled back the curtains and entered his running shower. The water was just right and felt good on his skin.

It wasn’t 2 minutes later when his phone vibrated with a match.

The sixteen-year-old reached out through the curtain and tapped the app notification.

“Now how do I…?” Chase’s voice trailed off as the app opened. Behind him a bottle of shampoo fell off the side of the shower. He jumped at the noise and didn’t notice his thumb clicked yes on ‘accept request.’ Chase held the phone at his side and leaned into the tub, picking up the shampoo bottle and replacing it.

As he did so, he didn’t notice his thumb press ‘accept terms’ on his phone. Forgetting about the app entirely, he sat it on the bathroom sink as he flexed again in front of the mirror before leaning into the water and closing the shower curtain. Vanity, thy name is Chase.

***

While Chase was taking his shower, Chelsea had gone downstairs in the kitchen enjoying her ass-toy. The little pervert must have really hated being inside her ass; he hadn’t stopped struggling all day.

Enjoying a glass of milk before bed, Chelsea idly perused the new matches on Tiny Tinder. There was a flood of the usual requests. Men were predictable. But as long as they selected the option that let Chelsea have control over their size Chelsea didn’t particularly care what they wanted.

Then the app vibrated after she swiped right on one of the pictures.

“Oooh, a match!” she said to herself. She wasn’t really up to any extra-person action tonight, but she had no problem setting up something for tomorrow. She could use a snack for the long drive back home.

To her surprise, when she opened the chat feature the man had already agreed to her terms. With no conversation at all!

“Tsk tsk,” she said to the empty kitchen, “Does he really think I’m that easy?”

“Holy shit,” she said as the app immediately vibrated again.

“Shrinker nearby! Initiate shrinking?” it asked her, the letters flashing red across her screen.

With a cruel smile, she opened the shrinking dial.

“Have fun you little toy,” she said to the picture on the phone. “Let’s see how you like life at three inches…Baller 16”, she giggled at the id, then slid the slider all the way to her left.

Without knowing anything about the man she’d matched with, Chelsea casually clicked ‘Final Decision.’ The part of her that wasn’t a fan of men rejoiced as she casually sealed someone’s fate as a tiny. The part of her that was enjoying having a man in her ass flared up yet again. She finished her milk in a long gulp.

 (Chelsea)

Caroline just happened to come into the kitchen at that time.

“Hi sis. Hey, just wanted to complement you on being a great mother. Chase is really growing into quite a handsome and well-mannered young man. I know it can’t be easy for you, having to do all the work yourself.

“Thanks Chels”, Caroline said, with heartfelt appreciation of her sister’s acknowledgment.

Chelsea went upstairs to her room, where she would spend the evening with her friend Mr. Hitachi, and thoughts of the situation she had just condemned a man to spend the rest of his life in. All because he had the misfortune of matching with her on an app.

***

Chase had just enough time to wonder what was happening to him before he shrank. He pushed the water knob in, stopping the water. There was a feeling of pins and needles over his entire body, and he glanced wide-eyed at his phone as he stepped out of the shower with towel in hand.

The app!, he thought, just as the floor vanished from beneath his feet.

A moment later he found himself kneeling on the cold linoleum of the bathroom floor, sliding off the now huge towel. He was sopping wet.

“No!” he yelled; his voice tiny. It immediately vanished in the vastness of the room. “Shit!”

Far above him stretched the sink he’d been flexing in front of. He could even see the corner of his phone sticking out over the edge. Desperate for anything that might help him, Chase spun in a circle trying to see anything that he could even start to climb on to get back up to his phone.

“There’s gotta be something!” he said to himself. “How the hell did this even happen?” He pondered what to do for a few minutes.

Then there came a sound that shook him to his core. The bathroom door opened.

“Dammit Chase!”, Caroline whispered as she entered the bathroom. He’d kicked his clothes into the corner again, and even left his phone on the sink!  “Someday you’re gonna have to start taking care of your stuff.”

Shaking her head, she didn’t notice Chase on the ground, three inches tall. He yelled up at her to get her attention, but she was too busy humming to herself to notice. He also noticed she was not wearing her glasses, which was typical of her nightly routine right before she went to bed.

Omigosh, he thought, without her glasses and after all the wine she’s drunk, she’ll never see me.

He watched helplessly as she grabbed his phone and the pile of clothes before leaving the bathroom.

“Chase!” he heard his mother the giantess call in the hallway, “I’m putting your phone on your bed!”

Chase ran after her as fast as he could, but she was far faster than he could ever hope to be. By the time he’d crossed the five feet to the hall she had already entered and left his room. Breathless, he could only look on in dismay as he saw her leave his room and go down the stairwell. It seemed to be miles away.

***

Two minutes later, having decided Chase must have left the house without his phone again, Caroline walked back upstairs. Chelsea had already retired for the night and the single mother essentially had the house to herself.

“Or so I thought,” she said as she saw movement and what appeared to be a tiny figure jogging across the carpet in the upstairs hallway, though it was a bit blurry to her.

Chase stopped jogging when he saw his mother approach. She was looking down at him. Thank goodness she finally saw him!

“Hey there you little perv!” the giantess said to the shrunken man. “I see my sister decided to let you go? Or did she fall asleep and you got to crawl your way out of her butt finally?”

“Oh shit,” Chase said to himself as he realized what was happening. She saw him alright. And she thought he was the little guy Aunt Chelsea had been torturing all day.

A dozen thoughts ran through Caroline’s mind as she looked at the little perv. She knew what her sister had been doing to him all day, and she knew her sister had promised to let him out sometime soon. She just hadn’t expected it to be in her house.

Then she realized this was her chance too. Her chance to get back at the creep that had been watching women in the locker room.

Before she could think about what she was doing, Caroline snatched up the tiny perv. She knew she didn’t have to worry about being careful; if he’d spent the day in Chelsea’s muscle-bound ass he must have been made super-tough.

She hurried into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

“So, you think you can just perv around my house too?” she said to the tiny in her hand as she dropped him into the sink. “I bet Chelsea thought that would be just hilarious!”

The single mom didn’t bother giving the perv a chance to respond, didn’t spare him a glance. She knew enough already; he deserved this punishment. And she deserved the chance to let loose for once.

Chase screamed as he fell and bounced off the side of the sink. He was sure that fall was going to kill him, but instead he slid down the glimmering white porcelain only to be stopped by the sink plug. At his size if it hadn’t been there, he would have had a hard time not simply vanishing into the pipes to someday be fished out by a confused plumber.

His mother thundered out something that he didn’t quite hear. The words were just too big, but he got the gist. She thinks I’m that guy Aunt Chelsea trapped! “Oh shit,” he said to himself as he realized what was about to happen.

“So, you think you can spy on women, huh? You little pervert”, Caroline scolded him as she turned the faucet on. She had it turned well into the red, and the hot water hit Chase right in the chest as he looked up, sending him scooting over towards the side of the sink.

“Oh no you don’t”, Caroline said sternly. She flicked him back into the center, back under the faucet spray.

Chase felt hot water get into his mouth and nose and he gurgled, trying to catch his breath as the water poured over him. He imagined this was what it was like to be waterboarded. And it was getting hotter.

“I think you’re overdue for a cleaning and a spanking”, she said. Steam was starting to rise from the sink.

Chase heard her say something to him, but he couldn’t hear her over the roar of the falling water.

Momentarily, Caroline picked up the tiny from the sink. Within her hands, Chase felt roughly tugged this way and that, her hands massaging some type of soapy liquid into his body. He wanted to yell up to her, but he was having difficulty keeping the liquid out of his eyes and mouth. When he got some of it in his mouth, he stammered and coughed.

The three-inch man was incredibly light and warm in her hand. The room was already steaming up, just the way she liked it, so when she held the tiny up to her face she didn’t get the good look she was hoping for. She wanted to know what her first tiny boy looked like, but that would have to wait.

When Chase had been lifted near his mother’s face, he thought at last that he was saved. But when she held him up to her face, he realized she didn’t recognize him. There was steam everywhere, and she wasn’t wearing her glasses.

Oh I’m fucked!, he quickly realized.

Caroline stopped trying to see the tiny man through the steam. She placed him back under the faucet to clean off the soap.

"Watch this, you little fucker,” she said with a giggle to the tiny man as he felt him squirm in her hand. The power she felt over him was exhilarating, intoxicating. Finally, she could get some revenge on at least one bad man.

She took out a hair band from a drawer near the sink, brought it over him to his mid-section, then bent his body forward over her hand. With her other hand, she took the other side of the band, pulled it back and let go. It whipped into his buttocks with a ‘thwack’.

“Eroooouch!”, he yelled, arching his head back in pain.

Chase screamed and fought against his mother’s fingers for all he was worth. He was strong for a sixteen-year old, but against a woman twenty times his size? When he was only three inches tall? His best efforts were worthless.

With her thumb and forefinger, she trapped his head and ankles and repeated the pull back and whip-thru of the band several more times until she saw that the shrinky’s backside was red and sore.

Earlier that day the worst thing he could have imagined was dropping a catch when he was wide open. Maybe failing a test and getting held off the team until he got his grades back up. Now he had a new standard for horrified.

With a few more strikes to his back, butt and upper thighs, Chase lost all sense of his surroundings. With the pain from the heat of the water, how roughly he was being handled and her spanking, along with the surrealness of it all, he lost consciousness.

“I think that’s enough for you,” she said to him, noticing him go limp. She took the hair band away and placed it back in the sink drawer.

The tiny person looked spent. She took another look at him. He really seemed to be cute and quite young, though she couldn't be too sure as her eyes lacked focus. She switched the faucet to lukewarm.

The tiny began to gain some life as she soaped and massaged the warm little thing in the sink. Once she was happy with the level of cleanliness, she brought the little form to her nose and sniffed to confirm it smelled clean.

Entering back into her bedroom proper, she pulled a sock from her dresser. Without bothering to be gentle she lifted up the tiny, marveled briefly at how warm he felt, then dropped him into the sock.

“Sleep tight you little pervert,” she said to him as she tied the sock shut.

*** 

Misplaced Punishment: Fast Food

The next morning Chase felt his sock prison swing back and forth like a clock pendulum. He’d managed some sleep that night, but it was hard to tell what was a nightmare and what was reality. The bruises he had suffered at his mother’s rough treatment had for the most part healed due to his medium toughness setting. He could faintly see through the fabric of the sock and as far as he could tell his mother was carrying him downstairs.

“Hey Chelsea!” Caroline’s voice called.

Through the side of the sock Chase could see his Aunt getting her shoes on, her luggage already by the front door. He shook in fear as she approached the giantess, then let out a small scream as he realized what was happening.

“I found your little perv running around last night sis,” Caroline told her sister as she finished tying her shoes, “I gave him a thorough cleaning, but next time let the creep out somewhere else, okay?”

Chelsea took an extra moment tying her shoes when she heard her sister’s statement.

Let him out?, Chelsea asked herself, He’s still squirming in my ass right now!

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Chelsea stood up with a conspiratorial smile on her lips. She decided to play along.

“Oh, did you give him a show too?” she asked her older sister as she squeezed her cheeks together, sucking the actual pervert deeper into her ass. She saw Caroline had a little squirming figure in a sock, and she reached out and took it from her.

“He didn’t get much of a show,” Caroline said as Chelsea took the little pervert from her. “But he was quite the squirmer!”

Chase tried to scream as Chelsea’s hand wrapped around his cotton prison. He may have spent the night in a terror-and-confusion induced panic, but he knew for sure he didn’t want to go with Chelsea. She was the one that mentioned Tiny Tinder and got him interested enough in it to download in the first place!

Chelsea said her goodbyes to Caroline, which always made the two of them a little sad. They were very close sisters, even though they lived quite far away. But the two were happy knowing that on their next visit, Caroline would be heading out to Chelsea’s home by the beach.

And Chelsea was happy knowing she had another toy, wrapped in a sock and tucked in her jacket pocket.

She made a special point to pull into a Comet Coffee parking lot once she left. Chelsea pulled the sock from her jacket pocket, undid the knot, and dumped out another tiny into her hand.

Chase looked up at his aunt, almost in a trance. With her hair up in a pony tail, her perfect tan and her sun glasses on, he thought she looked pretty hot.

“Are you the little guy I randomly matched with last night?”, she asked as she held him up to her face, sniffing him. “Mmmm, smells like teen spirit”, she said, pleasantly noticing his youthfulness. Her eyes narrowed as she realized the tiny looked familiar. She quickly raised her sunglasses to her forehead.

“Holy shit! Chase?!!”

Chase tried to stand, but Chelsea immediately shook her hand enough that he could only get to his knees. He started to yell, then saw the look on her face. Yes it was shock. Yes it was confusion. But mostly it was excitement.

“So you were the one I matched with last night?”, she asked and knew the truth as she said it. He nodded ashamedly. She had no idea her nephew was such a little perv. Clearly, he wanted to be sexually abused based on the open-ended settings on his request.

She looked deep in thought, her eyes had a faraway look in them, even though she was peering directly at him. "Yup", she whispered to herself, "and he's just the perfect size. He’s just too cute." She seemed to have made up her mind on something and her pupils once again came into focus.

“Well Chase, I’ve got good news and more good news and bad news,” she announced to Chase as her hand rocked back and forth, due to her using her other hand to pull her panties aside underneath her skirt.

“The good news is, since you weren’t made supertough, I can’t add you to my permanent collection or fulfill my dream of someday having both my holes filled with forever tinies.”

Chase felt a sense of relief, but also shock that his aunt would even consider such an option for him.

“And I’ve got more good news”, she continued, watching him closely, “thanks to your agreement on the app, I can unshrink you whenever I want!”

Chase felt a sense of relief hit him as he nervously waited for what the 'bad news' would be. Unfortunately, he couldn’t control his little self as it had begun to erect as soon as he had been pulled out of the sock.

“Thank god. Aunt Chels, can’t you simply re…”

Panties out of the way, she lowered the fingers from her free hand under the steering wheel. Chelsea knew when he figured out what the bad news was, right around the time her fingers entered her shaved snatch.

“The bad news is”, she interrupted him, “I've got several hours left on my trip and I'm REALLY hungry and there's not a restaurant or cafe enroute for a hundred miles. And you…,” she paused, "you look simply delicious.”

Chase let out a pathetic cry as he realized what was about to happen. Then he screamed, “Aunt Chelseeeee…”, as he was accelerated straight into his Aunt’s mouth.

The warm lips engulfed him immediately and her hand adjusted so quickly he barely had time to try to slow his envelopment before her fingers pushed on his back and legs. In a moment he was swished around and hit something soft on the side of her tongue.

“Noooo!” he screamed as he struggled, pushing outward with his arms to try and get enough room to think.

With her nephew firmly in place, Chelsea began fingering herself wildly. “Mmmm”, she moaned as his abdomen wiggled against her taste buds. She giggled as she felt his tiny package.

She cranked the radio as she pulled out of the parking lot, happy to let some classic rock get her long drive home started. Chelsea barely made it onto the freeway before she bundled him into her throat and swallowed him whole and, along with her anal toys’ efforts, brought herself to her first orgasm of the drive.

“Yummy yummy, in my tummy”, she yelled, “Only five hours to go!” she said in a singsong voice as she merged with traffic. She let loose with herself, shaking her head side to side and swinging her hair, singing loudly with the music.

Epilogue

This had been an awesome trip home, one she would remember longingly for a long time.

She had become wet when she had decided to eat her snack and when she saw that it was her nephew in the sock, her pussy juices had really begun to flow.

She could feel the squirming in her tummy. She knew that he'd been shrunk medium-tough, so he'd last most of the way before being digested. It was a feeling that she loved and hoped she would never get used to. Chase was the twelfth such snack she’d had since she began using the app, but he was the first tiny she had really known. Something about that made her orgasm that much more intense. He even tasted better than any other she had consumed. He would definitely replace the basketball player as her new favorite.

She rubbed herself again at the remembrance of the two large gulps it had taken to devour Chase, her throat massaging his frantically twisting and flailing body slowly down her gullet. She imagined the utter terror and helplessness he must have felt and it made her smile. She knew it was wrong on so many levels, but that was how she loved her young prey.

--

Chase lasted most of the trip back home. Chelsea finally felt him go silent with less than a half hour left. He’d eventually been slurried into mush, feeding nutrients into her body. For Chelsea, it had been the best trip she’d ever taken, with countless orgasms.

She called Caroline to let her know that she had gotten home safely and thanked her again for the hospitality and told her she couldn’t wait to see her and Chase again. She slept very soundly that night, even taking out her little anal toy to give him a rest.

The next morning, as she sat on the toilet, she carefully plucked Chase’s remains from her stool. Being semi-tough, his little skeleton had survived digestion pretty much intact. She gently set his remains in a little box and dug up a little out-of-the-way spot in her garden just outside her sliding back door. Setting the little box inside, she scraped the small amount of dirt back over it. She even wrote a little card to act as a tombstone for him, writing “In memory of my dear nephew Chase. He was very tasty.”

There was a sound behind her. Turning back, she saw her daughter Trinity in her slippers and PJs. The fourteen year old was rubbing the sand from her eyes and asked, “Whatcha doin’ mom?”

As ever, Chelsea was as cool as a cucumber. She stood up, replying, “Just a little gardening dear.” Calmly, she took Trinity’s arm and escorted her back inside the house, “let’s get you some breakfast”.

Of course, she would never show the spot to any friends or family, but it was a way for her to forever trigger that special memory of Chase when she saw it. In a way, he would be hers, forever.

The End

Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: New Arrivals

Zac’s eyes flickered from the pamphlet to the road, and he forced himself to set it on the passenger seat next to him. Both hands returned to the wheel and he accelerated through the now-green light. Eyes on the road.

Not gonna get in an accident now, he told himself. One hand went through his black hair and he laughed aloud when his GPS informed him he was halfway to his destination. He ignored his already aching back; distance driving was not his favorite thing.

“Two hours left. I’ve been saving for this for two years, I can be safe on the last two hours.”

He leaned forward and turned the radio up as his excitement built. Zac had been saving up for this vacation for the last two years and had eagerly been planning it for several more. Every penny, every extra dollar he could make had gone into purchasing his tickets. At times, he’d been tempted to use what he already had  and purchase a cheaper package just to get there a little sooner, but he’d resisted. An effort that was only more difficult since the resort was only four hours from his hometown.

On the passenger seat a small pamphlet contained his printed-out tickets and confirmation email, and several pages of what one could expect at the resort. Thos who bought tickets rarely actually needed the extra information; if someone was vacationing here, they knew what they were purchasing. Still, Zac had made a special point to read through it. Discreetly. He was living at home for the summer and wasn’t interested in his family knowing he was going to the world’s only size-related wonderland.

All the information he needed was freely available from the internet, but this was his first exposure to true, official resort material. It wouldn’t do to get sloppy now. The internet was full of myths; the brochure was reality.

Beautiful, massive reality.

“Tiny Tinder Academy, here I come!”, Zac yelled as his favorite song came on the radio.

***

Tiny Tinder Academy, here I come!”, Caley sang softly to herself as she slammed the trunk shut. She hummed as she got into her car then backed it down her parent’s driveway.

She’d only been staying with them for the first part of the summer and had then been desperate to find somewhere else to be. Free room and board had been tempting. For a few weeks. Until she’d had enough of her parents asking what she did for money while in school.

The College junior checked her long blond hair in the mirror as she put her car in drive and headed toward the freeway. It had been great staying with her parents and younger brother for awhile, but after three years of college freedom, she was restless.

Caley could have stayed near her college, but most of her friends had gone home for the summer. The financial idea of paying for her apartment without roommates wasn’t incredibly appealing, especially since she knew her job as an exotic dancer would take a hit with the college guys out of town. So instead of wasting a summer dancing for pennies, she’d elected to come back home.

Which had immediately gotten dull, until she’d chanced upon a pamphlet while delivering laundry to her younger brother’s room.

“What better way to break the tedium then head to a resort?”, she asked herself, double checking she’d brought her reservation information with her.

“Got mine”, Caley mumbled as she maneuvered her car through traffic, “and…got his.”

The blond girl smirked as she imagined what she would be doing the next couple of weeks. Her printed-out receipt lay on top of another that she’d photocopied, making sure she got the dates exactly the same. This was going to be an exciting vacation.

***

   (Zac)

“That’s the last paper”, the receptionist told Zac as she double-checked all his signatures were in place.

The check-in process had gone just as smoothly as he’d hoped; half of it had been done online when he originally registered. He had been sure there would be some last-minute hiccup, but instead the short-haired receptionist had simply checked his identification and handed him a stack of paperwork that he finished in five minutes. His hand shook slightly and he took a deep breath to make his signatures steadier.

“That’s great!”, he said as he tried to contain his excitement.

From the moment he’d stepped foot in the resort, he’d felt almost in awe of his surroundings. The walls were a beautiful white sandstone, the floor appeared to be a dark marble. All of the furniture had seemed luxurious to the point of being pulled from a movie and before he’d even gotten to the receptionist’s desk, someone had taken a drink order for him.

“Sir, your mojito”, said a voice to his left, and Zac took the drink with a huge smile.

“An umbrella and everything!”, he exclaimed, and both the waiter and receptionist laughed politely. It was obvious he’d never had such good service before. Nor had he been allowed an alcoholic beverage at any business without being carded. In this instance, not only was he not carded, they knew he was only nineteen. His purchased package had saw to that. No, with his purchase, he would be allowed to do several things that he otherwise could not do outside the confines of this resort. And it was perfectly legal here as long as one could pay for it.

“Can I get you anything else?”, the waiter asked, and Zac shook his head as he took a drink of the best mojito he’d had in his life.

“No, this is great!”, Zac said, “What do I owe you?”, he asked as he reached for his wallet.

“There’s no need, sir”, the receptionist said as she stepped around the booth and beckoned to him.

Zac nodded politely to the waiter, who gave him a smile then stepped smartly to meet another incoming guest. Zac lost sight of him quickly as he followed the receptionist, whose charming smile and button nose would almost have been worth the price of his tickets on their own. Her red and khaki uniform stood out against the walls, and he could see all the staff similarly dressed. He thought she’d be a fun one to spend his vacation with.

“Here at Tiny Tinder Academy, we have an accounting system that will automatically settle your bill at the end of your stay”, she explained. “There was a brief explanation in the pamphlet we sent you-“, Zac nodded as he recalled that section, “-but ultimately depending on how much exchanging and renting and use of our facilities occurs during your stay, most of our guests with your particular package end up breaking completely even.”

“I remember reading about that”, Zac said as they entered a long hallway. It was well lit, but had a different feeling to it than the rest of the resort. The walls and decoration had a more medical vibe to them; the sandstone had shifted to white plastics and chrome. Zac’s heart started beating excitedly as they approached a tall, ornate, metal door.

“I got the VIP package”, he said as they approached the somehow ominous door. “So I get that part, but how does it work for the people with the cheaper packages?”

The receptionist just smiled and blinked at him with her pretty blue eyes. A small smile flitted across her face and for a moment Zac swore she seemed about to lick her lips in anticipation of something delicious.

“Let’s just say if I were going to come here as a guest, I’d save up for your package too”, she said as a gentle blue light illuminated the door.

It swung open noiselessly as they approached, and the receptionist put a gentle hand on his chest while she stepped to the side, carefully not entering the room herself.

“Now”, she began with a knowing smile, “Federal law requires us to tell you this is the point of no return. Beyond this door, you’ll be entering our guest adjustment facility and every agreement you signed previously becomes legally binding.”

Zac nodded. He took a deep breath. “I understand.”

With that said, she gave him an award-winning smile and stepped aside, gesturing him in with one dainty hand.

“Enjoy your stay Zac!”, she said as he stepped forward.

Twenty minutes later, Zac found himself nearly naked and confused. He was standing on a small circular stage surrounded by much-larger-than-life props of what should have been small objects while wearing only a pair of red and khaki athletic shorts. The stage was surprisingly cold against his feet and he couldn’t believe the detail on some of the props, though he couldn’t really see the point.

“Um”, he said as he leaned against a well-made faux can of soda that was taller than he was, “Remind me again why we can’t do this when I’m actually shrunk?”

It wasn’t that he minded being nearly naked in front of anyone. Years of playing several sports and spending five days a week in the gym, along with a good diet, had resulted in a toned, muscular, and athletic frame. The youth was proud to show it off. But these photos were eating into his fun time.

“Smile!”, the camerawoman said, and Zac heard three clicks as she took several photographs, then moved to get a better angle. Briefly she blocked one of the broad lights before kneeling down and letting it blind Zac again. She raised the camera to her eye and said, “Because some guests get disoriented and it’s harder to take catalogue pictures once you’ve been…adjusted.”

“Oh, that makes sense”, he agreed, though it didn’t quite click to him. If he hadn’t seen the evidence that this place was for real, he would have been nervous that he’d somehow bought into an elaborate hoax. It was easy for him to look slightly confused while the camerawoman called out as he picked up a massive thumbtack that looked surprisingly sharp.

“Just a couple more”, she called out, “Please look straight at me!”

Zac dropped the thumbtack and it rolled away, falling off the stage with a thud. He looked toward the camera and she held up a hand with three fingers on it.

“Three what?”, he asked as the camera clicked and she dropped a finger. “Okay so now-“, another finger dropped, “Oh, I get-“

When she curled her final finger, a massive flash of light blinded Zac and he shouted in surprise as he threw his hands forward instinctively to protect himself. There was a sudden feeling of pressure all around his body and he fell backward in an attempt to get away from the light. An unidentifiable sensation shot through him and an indescribable adrenaline rush instantly made him lightheaded. For a moment, the floor seemed to vanish and he felt weightless as his stomach lurched upward, then he landed again on the platform so softly he questioned if it had really vanished.

“Hey, what the hell!”, he shouted as the wave of confusion quickly wore off, now flat on his back.

Quickly, he scrambled to his feet as his ears rang and sunspots flashed in his vision. Just as he stood upright, his vision cleared, but all around him sound remained oddly amplified. The clicking of the camera sounded from what seemed a mile away, yet still he could clearly hear it. Still annoyed at the sudden rough treatment, Zac pushed aside the life-sized soda prop and looked for the camerawoman to demand an answer.

“What the hell was-“, he started to say, but then his voice trailed off.

“Holy shit!”

The camerawoman stood before him, now seeming as tall as a skyscraper, and her camera was focused on his stunned face. She had gotten much closer to him and Zac realized he was only as tall as her ankle. A glance at his surroundings showed him that the entire platform he’d been standing on had suddenly shrank, dropping him and the props around him to a small portion of their former height.

He had the realization that the can of soda had been real all along. The tiny flaws in the paint had been authentic, not poorly done artwork. The woman was close enough that he could see tiny imperfections in her nail coloring, and he was sure if she let him look, he’d see every single pore on her face.

“That was great!”, the photographer said, finally setting her camera carefully on the ground. She knelt in front of Zac and he took a step back. Her size was so massive compared to his that his instincts were screaming at him to run while his mind was screaming with joy.

It was finally happening!

“I’m sorry for the surprise”, she continued as she held out a hand gently. Without any hesitation, Zac leapt onto it, then stumbled to his knees when she stood. He could smell her strong lavender hand lotion as her fingers gently wrapped around him.

“But all these pictures will go into your catalog for the other guests to choose from, and the surprised pictures just before and after the adjustment process are usually the most viewed.

“That’s okay!”, he shouted, and the photographer giggled as she sat him on a shelf near the wall. Quickly he lowered his volume, realizing how close he actually was to her ear. “I understand!”

She’d gone through this process with thousands of guests before, but still loved the excited energy they radiated.  He looked so cute, she felt an urge to grasp him quickly and pop him in her mouth – it wouldn’t be the first tiny she had eaten. Regardless of the urge, which she quickly quelled, that didn’t mean she could spend as much time as she liked with each guest, however. She was a professional, after all.

“Well, it was great to meet you, Zac”, she said with a business-like tone that inferred she needed to hurry to her next guest.

One finger tapped a sign on the wall not far from where he stood, and Zac saw below it a door that was just his size. Above it a small sign read: WAITING AREA.

“Head on through here and you’ll find a personal suite for you to enjoy until a guest chooses you.”

Before Zac could thank her, the woman gave him a polite nod and spun on her heels. For a moment, he watched her walk away, stunned at how graceful she appeared at her incredible size. The he turned back toward the small door and pushed it open. The feeling of being in a dream intensified.

The door opened to a long hallway, and when Zac stepped forward, the floor began moving. Zac stumbled at the movement and grabbed a railing, which was also moving. He realized it was a moving sidewalk ala a massive airport, just as the walls suddenly lit up with images. He floated forward as pictures of him next to the massive props flashed by, and by the time the rolling sidewalk was slowing, he was laughing at his face when he was mid-shrink. It wasn’t lost on him that the resort’s underwear had shrunk with him, and he appreciated that not every guest would get to see him both scared and naked.

At the end of the walkway another door awaited, and when Zac strode through, he found himself in a small suite, just as promised. The entire room was white, with white tile floors and an off-white couch that looked almost too expensive to sit on. Almost. Otherwise, the room was entirely unadorned and appeared surgically clean.

After two steps, a massive television activated; when it had been turned off, it had blended perfectly with the wall. A calm scene of waves on a beach shone while small informational tidbits about the resort floated along the bottom of the screen. On the couch, Zac saw a larger-than-usual remote and he picked it up as he sat.

“Good afternoon, sir”, said a pleasant but obviously computerized voice from above. “May I get you anything while you wait? The room service menu is available by using the remote, simply the microphone button on the remote and say alout, ‘menu please.’ Please keep in mind that your physiological needs are suspended while under the effects of guest alteration.”

For a moment, Zac felt disconnected from reality. Even though he had known what to expect, everything that had happened in the past hour had been overwhelming. And now, after everything, he was in a perfectly sized room with a computer asking him if he wanted a drink. It was so calm. The opposite of how he felt; his heart was pounding in anticipation.

“Uh”, he said before remembering to press on the green microphone button, “Can I get a strawberry daiquiri?”

Zac felt silly speaking to the open room, but the voice responded immediately.

“Certainly sir, please have a seat and feel free to peruse our broad selection of movies while you wait. Your drink will be delivered momentarily. Today’s average wait time is three hours.”

He was already sitting on the couch, suddenly self-conscious in the pair of shorts the resort had given him. They had shrunk with him, but the couch was cold against his back when he leaned against it. It warmed quickly as he browsed the movie selection, and before he knew it, there was a gentle ‘ping!’ sound from next to him.

A section of the floor lifted smoothly upward at the side of the couch, and a small table appeared with a pink drink on top. Zac watched, stunned.

“That was fast”, he said aloud as he picked it up and took a drink. He let out a content sigh and leaned back against the couch. “Now, how do I burn three hours?”, Zac asked himself as he searched for a movie.

Just as he settled on an action film he’d seen a dozen times, a repeating series of three gentle beeps sounded.

“Congratulations guest”, the same computerized voice said, “You have been selected for guest accompaniment. Please exit the waiting area and meet our delivery staff.”

Zac took a quick drink from his daiquiri and sat it back on the table it had appeared on.

“Well damn, that was really fast!”, he said, laughing as he stood, excited.

The lights in the room dimmed gently, and the border of the doorway he had entered through glowed slightly. Without a second thought, Zac strode back through it. There was another long moving walkway, but this time Zac didn’t bother looking at the screens on either side of him. He was too excited watching for the end to this rid. The path took several long winding turns and seemed to take much longer than the first; Zac could only assume he was now in a far different part of the resort.

When the walkway stopped, he walked through another door onto what appeared to be a larger silver serving tray. Zac looked all about at a massive room that reminded him vaguely of a restaurant kitchen. There were all manner of trays, mugs, bowls, and other tools he couldn’t identify on shelves all around him. A single object was on the tray with him, a simple looking golden cup that almost appeared to be a small vase; it was much narrower at the top than the bottom.

Since for the moment no one was approaching or talking to him, Zac strode to the edge of the try. There was a short lip, perhaps an inch high, but currently up to Zac’s waist. He debated hopping over it, but didn’t want to get lost in the shuffle. Not far away on that same countertop, he saw a mixed drink, deep yellow in color, for a bare moment before a waiter came and carried it away. Zac watched the waiter exit through a pair of swinging doors and recognized the distinctive style of the resort before the doors swung back shut.

For a moment, it appeared someone was swimming on the top of the drink, but it was too distant for Zac to be sure.

He turned his attention to the marvels around him and realized how incredible the world truly was. At hs size, he could see details invisible to the naked, regularly-sized eye. The smooth metal countertops were actually marred with nigh-invisible chipping and scratches, the blue tile of the wall wasn’t quite as evenly colored as he would have guessed. Even the gold…Cup? Vase?, he wondered…wasn’t quite as pristine as it had appeared when he first saw it.

In the distance, staff came and went, picking up other trays which held other tinies and seemingly random objects before vanishing to deliver them. Through a small opening in the wall, he could see someone mixing another drink before placing it through the opening to replace the yellow drink that had vanished earlier. A waiter appeared instantly and spirited it away. Zac felt like an extra in a monster movie, except he had no fear and knew his dreams were about to come true.

The size of everything about him made him spin in circles as he tried to take it all in.

“Good afternoon, sir”, a bemused voice said, and Zac stopped spinning as his face turned red. He was embarrassed, but the blonde giantess above him had clearly seen it all before. She wore the polite grin of an airline stewardess, and he was sure it would vanish the moment he couldn’t see her face.

“You have been reserved by a single guest for the entire duration of your stay”, she started, and Zac felt his heart sink slightly as she read from a prepared list.

One woman? He’d hoped to get a lot of different experiences her. Then he realized what it meant: the woman must have really loved his pictures. That thought made him smile as the waitress continued speaking, glancing occasionally at a list she carried.

In a rote voice, she said: “Just a reminder your package includes, but is not limited to, extreme toughening, physiological pausing, at-will-adjustment, location tracking, and emergency readjustment. Your guest has requested you to be delivered inside this container to her room, and from this point on your experience will truly begin.

“Oh, Great!”, Zac said, ready to start. The waitress was obviously ready to get on with her day too; she didn’t wait for his response and instead pinched his body between two fingers. She easily lifted him upward and positioned him over the narrow opening of the cup. He could see now, from above, that the opening appeared more like a funnel, as though the contents were to be poured out over something.

“Enjoy your stay!”, the waitress said before gently depositing him inside.

“Thank you!”, he yelled upward after he fell gently to the bottom of the container.

There was no sign the waitress had heard him, and he could only see through the hole directly above him. It was as though it were the opposite of the sun; his surroundings were dark but above, he could see the ceiling and occasionally the waitress’ face as she carried his tray. After a few failed attempts to stand, he decided to sit instead.

“Here we go!”, he said in happy excitement, hoping his giantess was beautiful.

*** 

Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: Sisterly Surprise

“Okay”, the waitress said as Caley finished unpacking one of her suitcases, “Here you go!”

“That’s great!”, Caley responded, shutting the dresser drawer. “Could you put it on that table on the balcony?”

She gestured with one hand, but the waitress was already moving toward the massive glass doors that led outside. Caley had spent some serious money getting this room, but she already knew it would be worth it. Before she’d even gotten to her room, she’d been pampered and given the best screwdriver she’d ever drank. The blonde had been slower than she liked unpacking, but she’d used her time wisely: finding her perfect tiny in the catalogue before someone else could rent him.

Caley lifted the suitcase and wheeled it into a closet the size of her bedroom at hom. At 5’0”, she felt small in the massive room, but knew something that would instantly make her feel large for the first time in her life. The waitress asked politely if she needed anything else, and Caley shook her head.

“Enjoy your stay, miss!”

Despite the object of her desire waiting on the balcony for her, Caley took the time to unpack the rest of her belongings. The rest of the vacation would be pure fun. She could spend five minutes to be more organized.

Finally, after some time, she sighed and took a sip of her screwdriver and looked out at the balcony and at her cup.

“Here we go”, she said, slipping her shorts and shirt off. The slender blonde felt heat between her legs at the thought of what she was about to do. A cool breeze from the ceiling fan flittered across her small breasts and her nipples immediately stood at attention.

Daintily, she walked onto the balcony and felt the summer heat against her naked chest. A glance around showed her dozens of other balconies that also overlooked the resort’s massive pool area, where dozens of people were lounging in various states of undress. At least two of the sunbathing women were openly masturbating not far from an already entangled couple, and it was obvious this was a place where everything went.

Caley felt herself relax as her balcony neighbor, an older brunette wearing a comically large hat and nothing else, waved to her. She waved back while a tiny man walked carefully along the balcony railing in front of the woman. Then she turned her attention to her prize.

Knowing it was probably useless, she leaned forward and peered through the hole on top of the golden container. It was too dark within to see, but she could hear excited yelling from within. Smirking, she picked up the cup and sat on the long beach chair.

Before she could stop herself, she wrapped her lips around the top of the container and tilted it back like a shot glass.

***

Zac yelled with excitement when the light above changed suddenly. Looking up, he saw a massive blue eye, but nothing that could tell him who his giantess was. It somehow seemed familiar, but most of his family had blue eyes, so he’d seen a lot of them in his life. In his excitement, he found it odd that he was thinking of family, so he shook his head and refocused.

Then the light vanished and he felt the cup moving. There was a flash of sunlight, then sudden darkness.

“What is--?“, he started to say before his world flipped upside down.

With a surprised scream, he fell onto something hot, wet, and soft. Instantly he was lifted upward and slammed against the roof of the giantess’ mouth. Another flash of light illuminated the world outside and he got a narrow view of the resort and the retreating golden cup before her lips sealed him away from the outside. Adrenaline exploded through his body and Zac pushed aside the urge to scream in fear as the giant predator’s mouth was suddenly darker than any night he could imagine.

Rough suction pulled at his body, making his ears pop as the tongue explored every inch of his body. Despite himself, Zac laughed and tried to yank his shorts off, but he was too slippery and his hands couldn’t get under the waistband in the confusion. His excitement and the sudden change in surroundings had him too disoriented to do more than let out gleeful shouts.

“Hey, gimme a minute!”, he yelled, laughing, knowing she probably couldn’t hear him.

Then he felt himself be moved sideways and his legs landed on something sharp. Vaguely familiar laughter sounded from all around, so loud he felt his bones vibrate.

Teeth?, he guessed, just as the top row of molars came crashing down on his legs. He shrieked in anticipation of the immediate amputation, but instead he simply felt a strange pressure as the massive pearly whites tried to cut him in half. They retreated, then returned, smashing onto his torso as the giantess did her best to make him a meal.

Finally, Zac guessed she’d had enough, and he had too. Terror had given him an incredible erection, but he was sure he’d had his fill of being chewed on. Before he could even realize she was done chewing, the massive lips opened and he felt himself tumbling through her open lips and back into the golden cup.

Before he could forget, he yanked off his shorts. Quickly he started rubbing himself, then forced himself to hold back. He wanted his first orgasm here to be inside his giantess, not inside a cup.

The next several minutes were electric with anticipation; he felt his container be moved and shook gently, but nothing involving him had happened yet. In the distance, he could hear some moaning and gasping, and he could only guess what it meant. And hope it meant his action would be starting soon.

Then he was knocked off his feet when his container was grabbed suddenly and yanked upward.

“Whoa!”, he shouted, not expecting the sudden movement.

The giantess clearly didn’t care and he found himself, almost impossibly, getting even harder from her lack of consideration. Through the opening up top, he saw a flash of blonde hair and pale skin before the container was tilted sideways, but not quite enough to dump him out. A belly button flew by, a mile of smooth skin, and then he saw it.

“Yes!”, he screamed, unable to restrain himself.

She had positioned him perfectly at her entrance; a massive pair of hairless, glistening lips awaited. It was now obvious she’d been playing with herself in anticipation. Zac found himself grinning like an idiot, eager to slide inside this giant woman. Then he had a realization: his container was shaped like it was for a reason.

***

Satisfied that she was sufficiently ready, Caley aimed the container right at her pussy. She hadn’t been sure how she wanted to see her toy the very first time, so she’d elected to use him before he even knew who she was. The golden funnel at the top of the cup would serve her purposes perfectly.

The diminutive blonde moaned with pleasure as the narrow top slid into her, and she pushed it as far in as she could comfortably. It wouldn’t work very well as a dildo, but she didn’t need it to. Before she could think any more, she tilted her hips backward and lifted her feet to her ears. This had the result of turning the cup upside down completely and she felt, with great delight, something small fall out of it and into the deepest parts of her sex.

Instantly, she felt her body spasm in reaction, and the shudder of a small orgasm ran through her as she gently pushed the golden object free. It fell to the floor with a silent thud as her fingers sought out her clit. A silent cry of pleasure escaped her lips as her sensitive bud leapt to life when she finally gave it the attention she’d craved. And the meal her pussy had been yearning for ever since she’d had her most perverted idea ever.

Zac fell with a happy shout, bouncing off one soft, wet wall and landing hard on what he knew had to be the giantess’ cervix. Instantly, he was overwhelmed with her scent, and he tried to stand only to fall forward as her hips shook. His hands pushed on smooth hot flesh and he looked up at a sudden flash of light. For a moment, he could see the entirety of her tunnel, pulsating and glistening, as his container was pulled free. Then the path to the outside world slammed shut, leaving him in humid darkness.

The walls of her pussy closed in on him and Zac felt instinct take over. He knew that he didn’t need to breathe, but his lungs were telling him he would run out of air momentarily. He knew that she couldn’t crush or harm him; but being surrounded by pulsating, gripping flesh struck fear deep into his heart.

Despite all that knowledge, claustrophobia struck.

Before Zac knew what he was doing, he found himself pushing toward her opening in a frenzy. She was incredibly slippery and he couldn’t tell if he was making progress, but the walls around him quaked and gripped and squeezed constantly; even if he wasn’t moving forward, he knew his giantess was loving it. For his own part, he wasn’t quite sure if his love of the situation and finally fulfilling his fantasy was going to outweigh his instinctive, overwhelming fear of being buried alive.

Caley barely kept herself from crying out in ecstasy as her toy moved within her. With a focused thought, she made him slightly smaller to keep the fun lasting longer, but as her finger flew across her clit, she knew her orgasm wasn’t far away. The feeling of a tiny man struggling inside her was incredible; she’d used vibrating eggs before, but they had nothing on this. Reflexively, she clamped her muscles around her little toy and felt him push even harder against her.

With a silent gasp she came, feeling herself squeeze down even harder on the tiny man. While she writhed on the tanning chair, she felt him surge forward, using the sudden tightness of her walls for traction. She let him push his way to her opening and widened her legs just as the peak of her orgasm passed. At the perfect time, she looked down to marvel at the suddenly appearing hands and arms; she came again from the view of a tiny man pushing his way out of her snatch and leaned backward to moan in pleasure s the rest of his body slid out of her and dropped to the chair.

With her breasts heaving, she caught her breath as the sunlight shone down on her. The day was too far along for the sun to be shining in her eyes, and she found herself staring at the blue sky as her heart slowed it’s racing. There was a faint tickling as the tiny brushed against her legs, surely hoping to catch a glimpse and actually meet the giantess who now owned him for the foreseeable future. With a sigh, she realized she could put this off no long: the only part of her vacation that made her slightly nervous.

And excited.

No matter how it went, she’d still have her fun, of course. But this was the only event that she knew she wasn’t completely in control of, and that irked her. Whether on stage dancing or in a relationship, Caley liked to be in control

Zac jumped and yelled again, entranced by the view of the gargantuan vagina that he’d just pushed his way out of. Now that he was free and unharmed, as promised, part of him wanted to climb back inside and bring this incredible woman to pleasure again. But he knew he had to meet her. If she was effectively going to own him for the next couple weeks, he had to at least know her name, even if she was one of those giantesses that enjoyed ‘permanent’ insertion.

Which he had technically put on his list of interests. Along with pretty much everything else, no matter how unlikely it was to actually occur.

Then she sat up, a mountain of pale, beautiful flesh. Her toned stomach came into view first, and he could tell she was fit, petite even, but had admirable abs. Then her breasts, small but proportionally larger to the rest of her body, then finally he saw her face. Long blond hair draped over her back, blue eyes adorned her face, and –

“What?!”, Zac yelled out, recognizing his sister. His erection died instantly as he yelled, and she giggled at his obvious discomfort. He felt the faux wood under his feet shift as he grew slightly, until he could see over each of her toned thighs. A careful step took him further away from her glistening pussy and he suddenly realized he was covered in her juices. The scent that had intoxicated him minutes ago suddenly filled his nostrils and caused him to shudder with disgust.

“Caley!”, he screamed in frustration, furious that she was here, on what was supposed to be his vacation. Something he’d spent years planning and saving for. And now, at the ultimate completion of his wildest dream, the giantess who’d rented him for his entire vacation was none other than his older sister. Not a supermodel. Not a rich girl taking her twelfth vacation this year. Not a housewife looking for a toy to abuse while she hid from her family.

His sister.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“Well”, she said with an infuriating laugh, “I’m playing with my new toy, of course!”

Zac yelled wordlessly, furious and ashamed at the same time. How could she do this to him?

“But really”, she explained, putting on a face of fake contrition, “I was snooping through your room like a terrible sister and found your tickets. And since I’m doing so well, I thought, I could use a little vacation!”

“No! This was my vaca-“, Zac yelled, but Caley’s voice easily overrode his. His earlier fascination with being disregarded vanished as she effortlessly shut down his complaint.

“I really think this is gonna be great for me”, she continued with a smile, “I needed a break.”

One hand wrapped around Zac and he realized he was now almost seven inches tall. He was abruptly lifted upward and Caley leapt from her chair. She waved to a woman, sitting alone on her balcony and patting her mouth with a napkin, before she skipped into her room. If Zac hadn’t been so enraged, he would have appreciated how luxurious of a room she’d rented.

Instead, he found himself angrier with every pure white pillow and spotless mirror that he saw, and he drew in a breath to –

With a laugh, Caley fell onto her back on the bed and scooted upward until her head was supported by the pillows. Her hand lowered until Zac’s squirming form was inches from her pussy again. Caley bit her lip as she anticipated how good this was going to feel.

“Let’s face it bro”, she said with an innocent look on her face, “We’ve both got this tiny fetish, the extra kink with my toy being you is just icing on the cake. And you can enjoy it or fight it, but either way, I’m gonna enjoy myself.”

The massive blond gently bit her lower lip, and before he could respond, she pushed him face-first into her cunt. He pushed against her tender skin and swung his arms to avoid pushing his face into her, inadvertently striking her clit and causing her to gasp at the shock. Gently pushing his now-larger body into herself, she adjusted her grip around his waist and moaned at the vibrations and sensations his swinging arms were giving her.

Deeper and deeper he slid until finally, Caley only had a grip on his ankles and she could feel the gentle thumping inside that had to mean he was pushed up against her cervix and hitting it furiously. His pulsing fight sent shivers through her entire body in a way that no normal size man could ever compete with.

“Damn Zac!”, she said, rocking her hips unconsciously as she held him deep, “If you’d have told me you were into this, we could’ve found a way to make it happen years ago!”

“No!”, he cried out, only hearing her heartbeat as he pushed against her cervix. Furiously, he struggled to keep his face clear of her secretions, but he knew it was a losing fight. Her fingers were wrapped around his ankles and her pussy clung to every inch of his body. It was everything he’d wished for and more. Except for one thing.

“Caley! Let me go!”

Unhearing and uncaring, Caley started to pump her toy in and out of her pussy. With each thrust, a new sensitive spot was brushed and she felt more powerful than she had ever imagined. Her brother’s entire life had lad him to this moment: to be so powerless against her she could treat him like a literal dildo. Driven as deep as she could push, Zac wiggled in ways that no vibrator could ever match and Caley knew, without a doubt, that this would be the greatest vacation ever.

Two hours later, Caley finally released her hold on her brother’s legs. She’d changed positions multiple times, sized him up to uncomfortably large twice, and felt like her heart was ready to explode. Twice shed’ made him so small she could feel him slip all the way to the back of her love tunnel, only to slowly grow him and writhe in pleasure as he filled her walls from within like a living, vibrating egg.

She wanted to continue; the sensations he gave her were addictive in the best way. But she was exhausted. Each new orgasm was almost too much for her and she realized that she’d been staring at the ceiling twitching in a constant state of bliss for the last ten minutes. Using all her willpower, she decided that she was finished.

For the moment.

With a groan and a flick of her hand, Caley slipped her toy out of her exhausted vagina and dropped it to the bed spread.

Thoroughly beaten and used, Zac tried to crawl away from his sister. He’d been pounded and crushed and squeezed for what seemed like an eternity; his sister’s pussy had been his entire world and it seemed as though he’d been forced to explore every inch of it. Unharmed but exhausted, a testament to the shrinking toughness process, he stumbled to his feet and tried to run on the crumpled sheets.

Instead, her hand wrapped around him once more. He screamed, but her thumb covered his face and he felt the sensation of movement. His body was swinging wildly as she walked, his feet kicking on open air. When the thumb vanished, he had to cover his eyes from the setting sun reflecting from a higher window, and she placed him on the railing of her balcony. Instantly, he dropped to his knees and grabbed the railing; his fear of heights had kicked in and the thought of dropping miles into that pool below was horrifying.

“So, listen Zac”, Caley begun, her voice hoarse from moaning, “I wasn’t kidding when I said you should enjoy yourself.”

He turned and looked at her, and despite himself, he could appreciate how attractive she was. She was a stunning petite blonde with a body that spoke of hard work, not simply skipping meals. If she was literally anyone else, he would have been thrilled that she was the giantess who wanted him.

Caley felt so satisfied that she didn’t care at all that she was outside naked; it had made her nervous earlier, but now now. And especially not since she could see several couples hooking up on their own balconies. Far below, next to the pool, most of the clientele were as naked as she was, though most of them were simply content to tan without tan lines.

“So I really hope you can relax a bit and make this good for you”, she continued. Idly, she started braiding her hair, her fingers flying in rapid movement as Zac tried to creep away from the edge of the railing. “You got the good package, after all. Everything I can think of, we’re gonna do and that’s that.”

Zac held still as she picked him up again, feeling himself shrink in her palm.

“Caley! Just give me back so someone else can rent meeee…!”, he yelled as she tossed him up in the air. With a scream, he fell back down and she caught him with her open mouth, careful to stop his body on her tongue and not swallow him - no matter how much she wanted to.

Humming to herself, she went back into her room to change and Caley couldn’t help but smile. With her brother tucked into her cheek, she picked out her tightest yellow bikini and slipped it on. The one rule she knew she wanted to follow here, at least for a little while, was thus: If you were naked, you were fair game to anyone who wanted a piece. If you were wearing clothing, there had to at least be some form of consent.

And for the first night, at least, the only guy getting up in her business was going to be her tiny brother.

Though as she lounged at the pool among the rest of the guests, she knew she’d have as many men as she wanted in her business.

*** 

Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: A Soothing Massage

The following morning, Caley called for room service. Zac had spend the night squeezed between her muscular cheeks and pushed against her sphincter; had he been able to, he would have escaped to run as far as he could. But she’d thought this through; her underwear had been especially made to hold a tiny man exactly where the wearer wanted him. All his struggles had accomplished was to make her smile while she slept.

She sat up in bed after hanging up the phone and wiggled her hips. Zac screamed at the sudden movement and wiggling, clinging desperately to the material of her underwear to keep from being pushed through her suddenly relaxed anus. Part of him realized he was getting exactly what he wanted: to be absolutely dominated by a giantess. And part of him wished that other part of him had never been born.

Idly, Caley yawned and stood, shimmying her underwear off and plucking Zac free. With her eyes half opened, the blond woman shuffled into the restroom, dropping Zac into a heavy plastic cup. He hit the bottom hard and almost wished it had hurt, this part of the shrinking process was impossible to get used to.

“Hey!”, he yelled upward at his sister once he’d climbed to his feet. She was ignoring him while reading what appeared to be a massive instruction pamphlet. She mumbled as she picked up what seemed to be a lid, reading aloud all the while. As Zac continued to yell to get her attention, she screwed the lid onto the cup that held him. Frustrated at being ignored, and ignoring the part of him that liked it, he sat down on the cold, clear plastic.

Then something started humming above him. He looked up and screamed.

While Caley sat on the commode and did her business, she made it a point to not stare at the cup as a bright light emanated from the bottom of the lid. The ultraviolet light was cleaning her toy far more thoroughly that soap and water could manage, but it would have damaged her eyes if she watched for too long. When she was done, the light had turned itself off, and she left the cup to cool while she put on fresh clothes.

The directions had warned her it would be hot, but if she wanted her tiny at a higher temperature she could safely remove, then insert it, after several minutes.

Just as she was unscrewing the lid and dumping an angry Zac onto her palm, Caley heard a knock at the door. His yelling vanished when she curled her fingers around his suddenly two inch form.

“Perfect!”, she said as she hurried to the door.

Breakfast was on the other side, and the waiter wheeled it in on a silver cart. Professionally he removed the lid from the plate and the scent of bacon and pancakes filled the air. Before Caley could ask, he’d made a carafe of hot coffee appear and was pouring a cup. Cream and sugar followed without her having to ask.

“Your other request is on the shelf below, ma’am”, he told her before stepping back through the open door and closing it behind himself.

“Oh, this smells good, don’t you think?”, she asked Zac, not caring to hear his response.

Before he could even try to respond, she looked at the lower shelf of the cart and smiled.

“Here, keep yourself busy”, Caley said as she casually dropped him next to her special request.

Zac fell with a scream, but the fall didn’t hurt as he had feared. Instead, the metal surface he landed on simply felt like a massive wrestling mat. He rolled twice from the momentum as he heard his sister humming above him, likely already starting to eat. Despite her petite size, she ate more than most men he knew.

Climbing to his feet, Zac ignored her legs for the moment and turned around. He’d heard the waiter’s statement and knew it couldn’t be good for him.

“Oh shit.”

Twenty minutes later, Caley was on her back on the bed, watching fascinated with her legs behind her head. The position was easy for the flexible blonde to hold, and she was well motivated: in this position, she could easily see the vibrator sliding deep into her snatch. She let out a moan as the tip stroked her g-spot, then slid it out briefly.

A scream was heard faintly over the vibrating noise, and Caley slid the pink tube back inside of herself, letting Zac’s suddenly dampened scream propel her closer to orgasm. She withdrew it slowly again, hearing the three-inch man scream once more. He was held at the tip of the vibrator by a harness that had wrapped around his waist, putting him perpendicular with the rest of the vibrator. Every push made him feel like a particularly bulbous cockhead, and every one of his struggling movements pushed against each of her walls.

Knowing she had the entire day ahead of her, Caley didn’t try to drag this orgasm out. The squirming toy filling her cavity would have made that extremely difficult even had she wanted to. Holding it deep inside, she angled the vibrator against the top of her vagina while she slid a spit-soaked finger across her clit. Between the two different stimulations she came rapidly, letting the incredible movements bring her to ecstasy before she’d even finished her entire cup of coffee.

Giggling, she slid the toy out of her still-spasming pussy. Her heart was pounding as she carefully lowered her legs back to the sheets, and she brought the toy up to her eyes. Zac was still screaming, now turned from fear to anger, and she opened her mouth wide.

With a thought and a flick of her finger, he was released from the toy’s harness and simultaneously shrank to one-inch tall. His angry yelling turned to a faint squeak as she caught him in her mouth and closed her lips. Licking and sucking all the flavor from him that she could, she stood and picked up the phone. Instantly an operator was responding and Caley was thrilled to hear that she had called in at the perfect time.

***

Caley groaned as the masseuse’s skilled hands ran across her back. Between the hot towel across her butt and his incredible fingers, she felt muscle knots that she didn’t even realize she had vanishing. Hot oil trickled down her back as he pushed and kneaded her sore muscles.

“This is wonderful”, she murmured as a faint cry for help reached her ears. Caley only smiled and relaxed further in response.

Zac cried out through a mouthful of oil as the masseuse pushed him into his sister’s skin. One hand was free and rubbing circles along her shoulder blade while Zac was being pushed and dragged along her spinal muscles. The man’s hands were unforgiving, but masterful; under his palms, Zac had been turned into a living massage tool.

Briefly the masseuse folded Zac in half, backward, and used his tiny body to work out a particularly large knot at the base of Caley’s neck before letting the tiny man unfold. The air had been forced from his lungs and Zac was unable to resume his furious yelling before the hand grasped him again.

“You’re really tense”, the man told Caley. She wished she could remember his name, but all she could think of was how nice his hands felt on her naked body. “If you don’t mind, I can give you a more thorough, deeper massage.”

The blonde didn’t miss the innuendo in his voice and she just wiggled her butt invitingly in response. She didn’t see his smile, but she felt his hands start to move lower gently, not breaking a circular pattern that occasionally caused shivers that went down to her toes. Occasionally, she could hear a faint yell, and finally she felt his hands start working on her bare bottom.

Gently he worked on her gluteal muscles, working deeper into her thick muscles as she relaxed more. The heat of the oil spread down through her crack and the masseuse followed it, first innocently as he made sure he coated every inch of her in the soothing warm oil, then less so as he let his fingertips brush against her pleasantly dark backdoor.

Caley gasped as she felt the finger continue downward while his other hand worked more laterally; as one probing hand began deftly manipulating her clitoris, the other began loosening a muscle on her outer thigh.

“Let me go!”, Zac screamed when he was finally allowed to come up for air after what seemed an eternity later. The hand refused, of course, simply shifting him to the other hand before pushing him onto his sister’s other cheek. Imperceptibly fine hairs rubbed against him as he was pushed into her other side. A gasp revealed to him what he had feared: the giant man’s finger had a very distinct smell.

With some effort, Caley kept herself from tensing up; she was so relaxed from the rest of the massage she didn’t want to ruin the effect. Instead, she spread her legs slightly to let the masseuse’s probing fingers dip into her sex as she gasped in delight. Her other cheek received the same attention as the first, and just as she felt her orgasm start approaching, the hand vanished.

“Noooo”, she moaned as she felt the hand pull out of her soaking pussy. “Put them back!”

“One moment, miss”, the masseuse said confidently as he covered the tiny in a small amount of oil. She didn’t see his smile, the smile of a man who truly enjoyed his job.

True to his word, he replaced his fingers inside of her momentarily. She gasped as he started to massage her sensitive insides more urgently, and he knew she wasn’t far from bliss. It was his favorite part of the best job he’d ever had, and he knew he was skilled.

While Caley’s orgasm built, he started to rub the tiny against her lower back in another circular pattern, this time bringing the tiny further south with each pass. By the time the tiny was being dragged across her incredible crack, she was ready.

With a gentle cry, she came on the table, her vagina spasming around the man’s fingers as he curled them and pumped gently, expertly matching the rise and fall of her hips. As she came, he slid the tiny between her cheeks and waited for her final gasp. Gently, he pushed the little man against her anus, timing his final push carefully.

When the blond writhing on his fingers finally slowed her lustful cries, the masseuse changed the pressure on her sphincter and pushed with a little more urgency. The oil-covered tiny slipped right into her hungry rectum and Caley cried out again, her orgasm suddenly renewed as vibrations from inside her colon suddenly began.

With a smile, the masseuse changed the angle of his probing fingers and slid his thumb straight through her anus, rubbing them together through her tender walls. As expected, the tiny was caught by his anally inserted finger and the squirming form only added to his masterful inner massage.

I love this job!, he thought, as Caley squirmed and moaned.

“Let me out!”, Zac screamed as he raged against the finger sliding in and out of his sister’s asshole. Intermittently there was enough space to give him a ray of light, and Zac leapt toward freedom only to fall once more to the spongy walls of her colon. In the distance, her heartbeat raced, then began slowing as the finger gave Zac a derisive flick and withdrew.

He fell to his back as one more ray of light shone down on him, then vanished as the tight ring of muscle closed reflexively.

The masseuse wiped his fingers down quickly before he gave Caley a fina pat down and covered her with a warm sheet.

“Stay here as long as you like”, he told her as he withdrew, leaving her to bask in her afterglow.

*** 

Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: Eating Zac Up

That afternoon, Caley found herself on a small tour of the resort. It was far larger than she’d expected originally, a thought that made her giggle.

“Too bad you can’t see any of this”, she said to Zac, her face pointed toward her panties. Caley didn’t expect that he could hear her, and that was okay. He was still, technically, getting the tour of a lifetime.

At four inches tall, he was currently entirely encased in her vagina. She’d been at a loss of what to do with him once she’d slid him from her asshole after that wonderful massage, but a thorough cleaning and a question to room service had given her several great ideas. Minutes after her call, a waiter had arrived, handing her a fresh garment bag and a small pamphlet with hundreds of ideas for using tiny people.

She’d chosen to tie his feet into the special panties she’d been given and push him as far into her as he would fit. It was like walking with a small, squirming dildo, and if Caley hadn’t seen several other women and at least one man obviously doing the same thing, she would have been red-faced and embarrassed.

As it was, she’d gotten two hi-fives from women who knew exactly what she was enjoying.

Caley passed by the gym, where she saw a cycling class through the large glass window. She stopped for a moment, both to enjoy Zac’s movements which were slowly bringing her to yet another orgasm, and to watch the cyclers sweat. Both the men and women were in various states of undress and Caley wished that society could be like this all the time.

“I need to move to a nudist colony”, she mumbled as she noticed something peculiar about the seats on the bikes. Carefully, she looked more closely, then realized she hadn’t worked out in almost a week. Her stomach grumbled as she checked out the class times.

“I’ll swing by tomorrow”, she said as she turned and started following signs toward ‘Le Table Russo’.

She hadn’t been sure what to expect at the resort’s most popular restaurant; the décor seemed an odd mixture of Japanese and French vibes. On one wall paintings showing French characters sharing a bottle of wine were done in the style of Japanese water paintings, and on the other French abstract paintings depicted distant snowy mountains and fishing villages. Caley found it difficult to follow the waiter – she wanted to take her time for fear of missing seeing something amazing.

There was a small table against the wall for her, and before she had scooted her chair in a glass with red wine was being placed in front of her. Fresh bread and olive oil were brought out as she read the menu, and she realized tonight was a golden opportunity. For a moment she glanced around the restaurant, embarrassed at what she was thinking of doing, then she remembered that her low-cut dress that barely went below her hips was considered overdressed. One hand moved south and she focused briefly before bringing it back upward.

Zac took a breath of fresh air as he was suddenly exposed to the world again. He got a brief flash of a gently lit dining area and his sister’s smiling face before he was flipped upside down. Dangling by his ankles again, he felt distinctly like a caught fish.

“I’ll have the sashimi”, Zac heard Caley say before her hand dropped him.

He fell with a squeak onto something soft, and before he realized what was happening, he’d been completely wrapped in what seemed to be a giant white piece of silk. Soft voices spoke for a moment and her recognized some of the mumbling as Caley’s. Then his prison began swinging from side to side as whoever was holding him began walking. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t push his face against the material hard enough to see through it, though he could tell when he’d entered the kitchen. Suddenly, voices were calling out for different ingredients, and a much-nearer voice called out “For thirty-one!” before his prison was suspended from a hook.

“Hey!”, Zac yelled as terror ran through him, “this isn’t part of my deal! Let me out!”

Distantly, but still too close for comfort, he heard someone sharpening a knife. He spun in his hanging cage like and animal caught in a net, desperate to fight his way to freedom. Sure, he’d technically agreed to everything a giantess could think of. But the instinctive fear of being eaten refused to vanish and every sound of a knife on stone struck fear through his heart.

“Let me go!”

Just as Caley’s wine was being refilled, her entrée arrived.

“Mmmm”, she said, excited, as the waiter placed a silver tray in front of her then lifted the lid, “I can’t wait!”

Zac screamed when the lid covering him was removed. A thin strip of seaweed had been wrapped around his head, then another around his entire body before he’d been rolled in rice and sat carefully on the center of the dish. Luckily, he’d struggled just enough as the waiter had carried his sister’s meal to her that his blindfold had fallen.

Unluckily, he’d gotten over his fear and confusion and had realized where he was.

Delighted with what she saw, Caley carefully picked up a piece of her sashimi with her chopsticks. The motion felt awkward, but she was determined to use them properly this time. The fish was fresh and obviously caught mere hours ago, and after a quick dip in soy sauce, it exploded with flavor on her tongue.

Zac struggled against his seaweed-wrapped prison while his sister devoured his surroundings. Pieces of fish flew into the air to vanish into her maw before small vegetables he coulnd’t identify followed. At his size, the smell was overwhelming, but the sensation and feeling of the seaweed against his skin was somehow the worst. Despite everything, he couldn’t help but feel utterly humiliated by one thing: the paper-thin piece of plant that wrapped around him was still too strong for him to tear through and escape.

Finally, he felt something shift in his prison just as the last piece of meat vanished. With a might yank, Zac pulled an arm free and started to wriggle upward, not sure where he was going to go, but sure it would be better than his sister’s stomach. A glance upward showed him that she was busy taking a deep drink from her wine glass, and he freed his other arm. His feet were wrapped more tightly, but now that he had some room to kick and shift, he could feel them moving.

Almost there!, he thought as a piece of white rice fell on his face. He sputtered and brushed it off, then looked upward. The blood ran from his face as he made eye contact with his giant, hungry sister.

Caley swallowed her wine, then quit delaying. The anticipation had been fun, but the fire in her belly needed to be sated. She picked up her chopsticks once again and looked down at the final morsel on her plate. He’d somehow gotten his arms free, but not fast enough. They met eyes and he let out a small, hilarious scream as she gingerly picked up the seaweed roll.

“Oops!’, she said with a laugh as he squirmed, causing his prison to slip from her chopsticks and landing in soy sauce. Sheepishly she looked about, but no one had noticed her drop her food. This time, she clamped onto the piece of food a little tighter.

Zac spat out as much of the salty liquid as he could, but he was thoroughly soaked. Before he could even try to continue his escape, the massive chopsticks squeezed him around the midsection and picked him up once more. At a sickening speed, he was yanked upward and he gasped for air, trying in vain to yell to Caley for mercy.

Instead, she looked down at him with a smile that told him she was embarrassed.

“Let’s just pretend that didn’t happen, okay?”, she said with a smile.

Then he was yanked forward. Zac screamed in terror, sure that this was the end. Fear had overwhelmed his senses and all thought of the protections that his expensive vacation package had guaranteed him vanished. The instinctive fear of being devoured kicked in as he passed through her ruby red lips. The fruity scent of her red wine overwhelmed his nose just as her lips closed, cutting off all light.

Teeth crashed down on Zac, hitting him harder than he could ever have imagined. In his panic and the absolute blackness of her maw, he didn’t realize they weren’t cutting him, and he fought for all he was worth. In the darkness, he rolled onto her tongue, onto lumps of chewed rice and seaweed, then was tossed onto the other row of teeth which bore down on him again.

Caley chewed on her entrée, marveling at the texture. The seaweed and rice tasted excellent, and true to the menu’s description, she got an incredible umami flavor from chewing his tiny body. She could feel it’s struggles, which delighted her, and for a moment, she pushed it to the roof of her mouth as she could swallow everything that had wrapped it tightly for her enjoyment.

After a horrifying eternity, Zac was rolled back onto Caley’s tongue. With a scream, he reached for his legs, sure they’d be missing. Instead, they seemed entirely intact, and he laughed in insane confusion. Bright light assaulted his eyes suddenly and he saw that his legs and torso seemed completely unharmed. The light seemed to bring comprehension back into his mind and he realized that the resort had protected him just as perfectly as they’d claimed.

This had even been something he’d expressed interest in. If only his giantess hadn’t been his sister!

Then he was thrust upward again, colliding with the roof of her mouth and animal instinct took control once more. He screamed as he was yanked backward, feeling the tightness of Caley’s throat encompassing his legs. He’d spent hours inside of her other holes, but this was different; this felt final in a way Zac could never put words to.

“No!”, he shouted as Caley’s lips closed and he was surrounded by darkness. Then his ears popped as invisible pressure pulled him even harder backward.

Before he could scream again, he was engulfed.

Caley felt her final morsel slide down her throat. It wriggled interstingly in her throat and not nearly for long enough. When the lump vanished and she felt movement start in her tummy, she resolved to try it with a guest who had a cheaper vacation package than Zac.

I bet they struggle even better when they know it’s permanent!, she thought excitedly as she sipped the last of her win. Then a wicked thought came to her. Yes, I’ll have to look into that in the morning. If things worked out, this would not be her last trip to ‘Le Table Russo’.

Zac screamed as loud as he could and thrashed with all his strength, but it was all for naught: his sister’s simple biological process of swallowing was far stronger than he ever could be. Rhythmically, he was yanked downward, lubricated by spit and wine, his nostrils overwhelmed to the point of shutting down. Then finally, as the sound of her heartbeat grew louder and louder until he was sure he was inches away from her beating heart, there was nothing below Zac’s feet.

“Shit!”, he cried out as he fell momentarily.

Something soft greeted him as a landing pad, and Zac rolled in disgust off the piece of fish he’d landed on. Instead of finding solid ground, his legs slipped into a near-boiling fluid that instantly started his skin to tingling. He looked around desperately for a way out, but the darkness was so complete he almost questioned whether he’d actually opened his eyes, except for how the air itself was burning them.

“Caley!”, he screamed.

“Just Caley”, the blonde said to the waiter after he called her formally by her last name. He’d already swiped her room card to add the restaurant charge to her bill, and then offered her a mint. She took it happily, then raised her eyebrow questioningly at it’s strange appearance.

“It’s less a mint and more a light for your dinner”, he explained when it started glowing in her hand. “Having a light present keeps them moving for longer.”

“That’s a great idea!”, she said as she stood, ready to head back to her room for a quiet evening. The wine had gotten to her head rather quickly and she had big plans for tomorrow. It had been quite the day already and she wanted to make sure that at least part of her vacation was restful.

“Yeah! Great!”, Zac yelled as a light grew steadily from above. He was out of his mind with terror. His entire body was covered in what he knew to be stomach acid, and the tingling had evolved into burning. All thought of his VIP package was gone, only near-mindless terror remained. Until the light arrived.

He slogged through the mush of Caley’s dinner, certain the light was some form of rescue.

Instead, a small circular disk dropped to the top of the mush, giving off an odd yellow light that did him no favors as it illuminated Zac’s organic hell.

“What-?”, he said aloud as he picked it up, still hoping against hope that his final moments weren’t upon him. It was the size of a large dinner plate and as he held it up, he saw his hand illuminated in It’s sickening light.

Just before it flickered off and condemned him to darkness once more, he saw the skin of his forearm eroding enough that his muscles were visible.

Zac drew in breath to scream.

Wow, Caley thought as the movement in her belly skyrocketed, that waiter wasn’t kidding about it increasing movement!

The tiny blond kicked her shoes into a corner of her room and threw herself face down on the bed. Before she could even think about freeing Zac from her stomach, she was fast asleep.

***  

Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: Pondering An Extended Stay

Zac awoke with a scream. He threw himself to his feet and ran forward blindly, not sure where he was, but sure he had to be somewhere else, and fast. Three steps in, he hit an invisible wall and was thrown onto his back. Almost before he’d landed, he’d rolled to his hands and knees and was greeted with the most confusing sight of his life.

There in the distance was the sleeping form of his sister, still clothed and illuminated by moonlight, on top of her sheets.

“What is-?”, he asked as he stood, his heart pounding. One hand pushed against the plastic of the cup he was imprisoned within, and he was relieved to see his arm intact. A quick glance told him that he was completely unharmed despite his most recent memories being of the bones of his hands falling through his melting skin into a sludge of rice and meat.

Then a bright light shone from above and the cleaning cycle began again.

*** 

Ten hours, and eight timer-regulated cleaning cycles later, Caley plucked Zac from the TTA Tiny-Maestro and dropped him into the front of her shorts. He’d tried to talk to her, but she was in a hurry. The blonde had overslept slightly, but by the virtue of her youth, the wine hadn’t even given her a faint hangover. Frustrated and terrified all at once, Zac focused on not sliding deeper into her panties.

With every step, he failed.

Navigating quickly, she made her way towards the front of the resort. As she approached the front desk, the lovely receptionist directed her attention towards her.

“Yes Caley, how can I assist you?” It had been noted on her computer monitor that the girl preferred to be called by her first name.

“I was just wondering. Is it possible to extend my stay?”

This was not an uncommon question, and the receptionist professionally replied, “Of course – customers choose to extend their packages frequently.”

“Oh, that’s good”, said Caley, “can the extension simply be for a day or two? Also, does the extension have to be for the existing package? I was wondering if I could change my package for the extended portion only.”

What is she up to?, wondered Zac, overhearing the conversation between the two women.

“Hmmm”, the receptionist pondered her words before replying, “we are very flexible here. As far as the duration, it can be a single day or longer, however long you may choose. And as far as the packages go, almost all of our extension requests utilize the existing package, but that is not a hard rule. The extension can be a continuation of your current package or it can be a brand new package.

“That’s very good”, Caley said excitedly, then asked, “and as far as payment goes, that will all still be at the end of the stay?”

“Yes Caley.”

“That’s great. I’m not positive yet, but I was thinking about doing an extension. Is there a deadline before I make that decision?”

“Not at all Caley. You can make that decision all the way up to your last day here. Even though we’re relatively busy, our resources are such that we could accommodate up to four times our current customer load without much effort and our systems are such that they are flexible enough to change almost instantly. I say almost instantly – we would need probably four hours of lead time to process such a change.” The receptionist gave her a broad smile, knowing this was what the girl wanted to hear.

“Thank you so much! I’m sure I’ll be back to do the extension”, said Caley. The receptionist nodded. Then Caley hurried on her way – quickly shifting focus for her plans for the day.

So she wants to try out another tiny after she’s finished with me, eh?, he wondered, she must have seen some guy here that she likes.

Smiling and relieved she’d made it on time, Caley slipped out of her shorts to match the rest of the guests and plucked Zac from his space between her lips. With a thought, he was grown to a more manageable size and the man on the bike next to her showed her how to mount him properly on the seat.

“Thanks!”, she whispered to him, not-so-subtly checking out his exceptional package as the man climbed on his own bike. In the front of the room, the instructor was clearly about to start the class, so Caley started climbing on as well.

“No problem!”, the man said, and Caley laughed inwardly at his face as he slid his own tiny, an Asian woman he’d sized to surprisingly large, deep into his rectum. She gave his package another appraising look, then focused as the trainer began introducing herself. It was obvious her workout neighbor was gay, but Caley knew today she needed a real, full-sized man in addition to her little plaything.

“Okay everybody!”, the brunette instructor called out, clothed in a barely-there outfit that sported the resort’s red and khaki colors, “Insert’em if you got’em and let’s get moving!”

Loud dance music started blasting as Caley slid Zac’s fighting form deep into her sex. The instructor started them on a slow warm-up ride, letting their toys struggle deep within before she picked up the pace. Before the first mile was up, Caley felt an orgasm already approaching.

“It’s a hill!”, the instructor shouted, and as a class, the guests started standing and sitting, riding up and down on their toys in sync with their instructor’s motivational shouts.

Moaning filled the air and Caley joined the group with her first orgasm of the day.

*** 

Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: The Swim Instructor and his Cock-Ring

Later that afternoon, after a stunningly good lunch of kale and fruit, Caley found herself looking. Hunting, more like. Her biking partner that morning had been very well endowed, and though he was gay, Caley found herself craving something in addition to Zac who was currently being held tight right against her opening. She’d found it was incredibly comfortable to hold him there, but knew if she shoved him within, then she’d spend the day masturbating with his tiny form instead of exploring the resort.

She quickly discovered the pool that her room overlooked was far from the only one, and while she skipped the salt-water pool, the third pool drew the most interest. It was a simple square pool with crystal clear water, but it’s other contents drew her eyes. Before she knew what she was doing, she’d stripped down to her pink thong and red sports bra.

“You made it just in time!”, said the model with a chiseled jaw and short black hair as she entered the pool. The water was up to his waist, just below her breasts, and the size difference made her wet in a way that had nothing to do with the water.

Zac struggled against the pink material that held him, but knew it was useless. When she walked, he’d held still so as not to get his sister excited that her wetness covered him, but through the thin material he’d been able to see where they were when she peeled her shorts off, and he’d seen the water fast approaching as she walked down the ramp. Suddenly desperate to avoid drowning, he tried to pry an arm around the material of Caley’s panties, but the elastic easily overpowered him.

Changing pace, he tried to push his way up into her. Yes, he hated the idea, but his brain refused to understand that he was functionally immortal and that he literally couldn’t drown. For Caley, all his efforts amounted to a feeling similar to being fingered by an enthusiastic, but inexperienced teenager.

Zac screamed as Caley waded into the exercise pool and joined the water aerobics class just as it began.

Cool water surrounded him from below and steaming heat from above. Low bass rumbles reached his ears as Caley started to move, at times almost giving him enough room to free himself, and at others pushing him harder against her sex. After a time, he forced himself to calm down from his survival reactions and found himself with his eyes closed and desperately hugging the material of her thong as it threatened to send him inside her once again.

His body screamed with the urge to breathe again, but he’d already filled his lungs with water. All he could do was hang on as his world churned. Once, during a rare break in the chaos, he pushed his face hard against the material and saw other pairs of legs in the distance, some clothed, some not.

Where am I?!, he wondered desperately as Caley started lifting her knees high in rhythm with the music he could faintly hear through the water. His question remained unanswered as Caley followed the instructor’s commands eagerly.

“That was a great class!”, Caley said to the instructor after the rest of the participants had wandered away. Water aerobics were especially difficult and few of them had any energy left over. Luckily, Caley had frequently taken these classes to augment her stamina while dancing and still felt relatively fresh, though her legs were a little weak after the bike class that morning.

“Well thanks”, he replied in a deep voice, meeting her eyes with a smile. A smile that felt vaguely predatory. He looked around the pool and surrounding area to double check he wasn’t leaving a guest in the water alone, then followed her up the ramp. She knew his eyes were on her ass, and she loved it.

After an eternity the water receded and Zac gulped in a breath of air; it was saturated with Caley’s scent, but his lungs demanded it. Above him, she was smooth and slippery and he hoped after whatever had just happened, she’d want to take a nap. Or do anything that left him alone.

“Oh, whoops!”, he heard her say from above, “Someone dropped a penny!”

His heart fell as her legs moved sideways and the floor rushed upward suddenly. There was a moment of confusion, then he pushed his face against the fabric of her thong and realized what had happened: she’d gotten on all fours.

“Oh darn!”, he heard a man’s voice say with barely hidden laughter. A massive shadow seemed to be kneeling behind her. “The waistband on my shorts is too loose!”

Zac screamed when he saw the man’s cock fall free from his shorts, a beast far larger than Zac was. Neither giant heard him, and he knew neither would card. Caley moaned and easily overrode his scream when the man rested the tip of his cock on one of her cheeks and pulled her thong to the side.

Zac’s scream turned into a breath of relief when he realized he wasn’t going to be pounded into her by that monster, but that quickly turned into fear again when the massive cock pistoned straight into her opening right next to him. The material of her thong was keeping it from touching him; pulling it aside had only tightened it on him as a prison. But at least he wasn’t being used for her pleasure.

After what seemed like a mile of cock slid into his sister, part of the cock remained outside, and Zac realized the man must have bottomed out. But he wasn’t ready for what happened next.

“Hi!”, said a bizarrely cheery voice from right next to him.

“Whoa!”, Zac said as he realized who spoke.

Wrapped tightly around the base of the giant’s cock was what at first appeared to be a dark cock ring. On closer inspection, Zac realized it was actually a tightly stretched tiny whose face was now only inches away.

“I know, right?”, the woman said as the giants above them spoke briefly. “Aren’t I the luckiest woman eeee-ver!?”

Her question faded into the distance as Zac watched the massive cock pull back, then slam forward again. The woman-turned-cock-ring let out a delighted squeal with each thrust and it was clear that she was having the time of her life.

Please let this end, please let this end, Zac prayed silently as the two giants violently rutted above him. The new addition threatened how much his mind could take.

“This!”, the cock-ring woman screamed with one thrust, “Is!”, she screamed on the next, “Awesome!”

Zac tuned her out as best he could, but before long, he knew the situation was about to change. The thrusts were more erratic, the sounds changing from short words to animalistic grunts. And after all this time inside of her, Zac knew Caley was about to orgasm.

Caley held off as long as she could while the trainer, whose name she hadn’t bothered to learn, shoved as much of himself inside her as would fit. But when it was clear his moment was at hand, she let herself go. The blonde pushed a towel into her mouth as she screamed and when her pussy spasmed around the massive rod, she felt a rush of heat within, triggering another orgasm as he finally pushed hard enough to get his hips against her ass. She was so full of cock that Caley was sure if she looked down, her stomach would have the outline of the head of his cock against her abdomen.

And then, when the cock stopped twitching, and long before Caley was ready, he pulled himself free.

“Oh!”, she moaned as she felt her pussy twitch in response, feeling momentarily empty, she wished he would stick it back in. But she knew, like he’d told her, he only had a few minutes.

“Wish I had more time to give you”, she said with an apologetic tone as he stood, and she slipped her thong back over her opening just as his seed started to leak out.

Caley looked back at him to see just how much cock she’d been filled with and caught sight of him tucking it away.

“Uh, what was that?”, she asked as she saw his cock ring; she’d heard of them before, but never used one. It looked significantly less metallic than she’d expected.

“Oh, don’t worry about her”, he said, pulling his rapidly shrinking and softening cock free again to show her. One hand spun the ring around until Caley could see the tiny black woman smiling hugely up at her. Caley gasped when she realized it wasn’t a metal ring, but a tiny guest who had been stretching around the largest member she’d ever seen.

“She didn’t pay her bill, so we’re keeping her as a tertiary toy until she’s earned enough.”

Caley felt heat in her belly as the cock vanished and the trainer helped her to her feet. The idea of being stuck here and being used for months on end was surprisingly appealing.

“Don’t!”, he said with a laugh, knowing what she was thinking. “Some days, she gets a fun job; most days, we use her to clean out pipes and grease traps.”

Zac recoiled in disgust as the giants talked. His temporary reprieve had been instead replaced with something far worse than what he’d already hated: desperate to avoid it, he held his breath. But instinct won out once again and his mouth filled with the salty seed of the man who’d just cum inside his sister. Every step covered him more in his spunk and Zac knew it would take years of therapy to avoid screaming every time he saw his own jizz after this experience.

Briefly, he wondered if the trainer was the reason Caley had asked about an extended stay. Perhaps she wanted to shrink him down and use him as she had himself. Zac was surprised to feel a twinge of jealousy at such thoughts.

*** 

Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: An Attempt at Coercion

That afternoon, Caley found herself sunbathing; her quickie with the trainer had left her surprisingly satisfied. She was getting a perfect amount of sun and was almost enjoying watching her fellow full-sized guests as much as she was getting the perfect tan. The variety of things the other ‘giants’ had thought of to do with their tinies was incredible. Without exception, the tinies seemed to be having the time of their lives as well, which made her turn her thoughts to Zac.

She hadn’t spoken a word to him in days and she was sure he’d be loving the situation if she weren’t his sister. His willpower to hold out against his own pleasure was admirable, but her thrill at dominating him so thoroughly was starting to wane.

Could he be ready to be a willing participant? If not, Caley was tempted to release him back to Central Distribution and select a more willing tiny for herself.

Or maybe find some other ways to make torturing a little tiny even more fun, she thought with a grin. After all, her visit to the front desk suggested to her if she could somehow coerce him to work with her, she could pull off what she wanted to do. Though she thought it unlikely her brother would say anything to their parents about the trip, she was pretty sure things would be awkward between the two of them when they returned home. She could alleviate that and possibly fulfill one of her kinkiest ambitions at the same time. Yes!, she thought, this would be the best way to ensure that.

Without any thought to who was watching (and she knew other guests were watching), Caley shimmied off the bottoms of her blue bikini. The tiny piece of cloth fell to the ground as she plucked Zac free from the tiny cloth prison that had kept his face nicely pressed against her backdoor all afternoon. He struggled against her fingers as she lifted him, but he stopped trying to resist when he realized she was lifting him up toward her face and sizing him up slightly larger.

“Hey bro”, she said sweetly as he shielded his eyes against the sun that he hadn’t seen in days, “I was thinking this might be more fun for the both of us if you had a chang of heart.”

He crossed his arms, which only made him pout comedically. Caley stifled a giggle, knowing it would help what she was trying to accomplish. Her eyes went to his crotch and she could only imagine how pent up he must have been. Spending all his days in the snatch of a beautiful blonde woman, yet resisting his own pleasure because he happened to be related to her.

“You’re being silly”, she said in a playful voice. Before she realized she was doing it, her tongue snaked out from between her lips.

Zac was stunned by the first direct, deliberate contact from Caley. He did his best to not enjoy it, but her tongue was hot and wet against his balls, his entire midsection really, and his cock leapt to attention. A moan escaped his lips before her tongue vanished.

“Why don’t you just, you know…”, she said as she pulled him away from her mouth, “..pretend? Enjoy yourself a little bit? Think of everything you’re not getting to experience because you’re being a grump.”

The tiny man opened his mouth to shout at her, but he held back.

What if he enjoyed it? So what if she was his sister? Hadn’t this been his dream for years?

Her tongue snaked forward and caressed his cock once more and he groaned aloud. She must have heard, because she pulled back again and giggled.

“Have fun, bro”, she said.  Zac felt himself lowered downward.

Before he could have a change of heart, Zac found his hands wrapped around his cock as his body was brought back toward her massive snatch.

Just do it, he told himself, trying to psyche himself up. His hand started stroking slowly and as he was inserted into his sister feet first, his resolve finally broke. Her wet heat slowly enveloped his feet and Zac closed his eyes when he felt her envelope him for what seemed to be the very first time.

Caley let out a satisfied sigh as she slid Zac deep within herself, keeping only his head peeking out at her. Careful to not roll her hips downward, she leaned forward and started rubbing her clit mere inches away from Zac’s face. He didn’t miss the sound of slippery skin-on-skin and she saw his face light up when he opened his eyes once more.

The sensation of him stroking himself was faint and if Caley hadn’t felt carefully looking for it, she would have missed it. Instead of trying to bring herself to yet another orgasm, as his tiny movements grew frantic far faster than she expected, she simply played with her clit just enough to keep herself excited. If he was going to suddenly participate, then she knew she still had more than enough time to do all the playing she could ever stand.

He could have this single moment if it bought her a newly reinvigorated toy.

Zac’s orgasm, restrained for far longer than he’d ever done since he’d discovered masturbation, came far faster than he believed. With his new outlook, her scent was no longer disgusting, the way her pulsing walls held him no longer infuriating. Her casual disregard that he’d endured for so long was suddenly just the kind of demented treatment he’d came here looking for.

With a yell that was barely louder than the schlick! schlick! of Caley’s finger sliding across her clit, Zac came. His cock pulsed in his hand in time with Caley’s heartbeat which shook him like a wave. Stars pulsed across his vision as electricity flooded his body and what felt like gallons of semen escaped in a pressurized wave. Furiously, his hand, the only part of his arm that could move, stroked his cock until every ounce of his seed had escaped and he stopped to catch his breath.

Caley knew when Zac finally came. She didn’t feel anything at all, but his face said it all. And once she knew he’d had a moment to savor his afterglow, Caley decided to get phase two or her vacation started.

*** 

Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: The Topper and the Butt-plug

“Whoa!”, Zac yelled as Caley roughly yanked him from his suddenly comfortable prison. His cock leapt to life again at the feeling of being manhandled and he silently berated himself for holding out this long.

What did it matter that she was his sister? He’d waited his whole life for this treatment!

The world grew rapidly and he shook his head to clear out the dizzy cobwebs, kneeling on her fingertip like a flea. A confused flea until he saw what she was doing.

“Perfect!”, Caley said as she pushed Zac’s millimeter tall form under her clitoral hood. She hadn’t been sure if her idea would work, but he was small enough and as soon as she removed her finger, she could feel his gentle vibrations against her sensitive nub. When she slid the bottom of her bikini back into place, the added pressure made her smile and let out a small moan.

“Good boy”, she said in a playful voice as she stood. From the direction of the beach, she could hear dance music, and she knew the crowd here would appreciate her type of dancing. And she’d love dancing in front of a crowd for the first time in weeks.

Zac was encased in darkness with booming bass sound being the only stimulus, the only clue as to where they were. Not that it particularly mattered to him. Pressed by her skin into her clitoris, he was exactly where he wanted to be.

He pushed on the sensitive nub with all his might, at times stroking his hardened cock and at other times giving her all the stimulation he could with both hands. The new environment was restrictive, but he loved it; the switch had been flipped and all the joy and fun he had missed out on was suddenly rushing back at him. Zac was determined to not miss another moment of enjoying his long-awaited size fantasy.

Until suddenly the bass was louder and bright multicolored light flooded his eyes. A finger the size of a metro bus pulled him from his hot prison and he groaned, exasperated. Now that he was really enjoying himself, it seemed as though the world now wanted him to be bored.

All around him was a flood of flashing lights and booming music. He thought he recognized the song, but was unable to tell; Caley didn’t bother to give him a moment to think. In the chaotic swirl of motion, he saw Caley leaning forward to speak into a staff member’s ear, then Zac was unceremoniously dropped into an empty champagne glass.

Through the clear glass, he could see a small crowd of party-goers in various states of undress. For a moment, he thought he saw Caley climbing onto a platform from which a tall pole was protruding, but he couldn’t be sure. A moment later, he was thrown to his back, as the person carrying the tall glass moved far faster than Zac could believe; though he’d been small for quite some time, the speed at which regular-sized people moved was still incredible.

The next several minutes were a blur, as the glass he was in was shook about and handed between several members of the resort’s staff. He went from the pounding bass of the beachside dance party to the clear, sterile environment of what he recognized as his first waiting area before he’d been sent to Caley’s room. Before he’d even had time to stand in his champagne glass, he’d been whisked away and carried up to her room.

Without a second glance, he was dumped unceremoniously into yet another staff member’s hand. A massive woman with short black hair and a cute nose was now holding him, but it was obvious she wasn’t very interested in him.

“Hey, what’s-“, he started to ask the stewardess as he tried to stand in her warm palm. She focused her eyes on him and instantly, he felt himself grow in her hand, the action of which caused him to fall over again.

This apparently suited her purposes just fine, because in her other hand she produced a bright yellow disc.

“Hold still”, she said absentmindedly. Clearly, she didn’t expect him to hold still because her hand squeezed his lower half steadily and Zac couldn’t see what she was doing from his now-awkward position. Something unyielding settled in around his feet and ankles and the woman made a satisfied sound when she was done tinkering.

Another focused look at him caused the item around his ankles to shrink and squeeze him tightly. At regular size, Zac knew the pressure would have broken something. At this size, it simply made his ankles feel as though they’d fallen asleep.

The stewardess holding him mumbled something to herself, clearly looking for something. Zac matched her and looked around, now recognizing the hotel suite’s bathroom. In the distance was the cleaning jar that he was coming to hate, despite his newfound enthusiasm, and just as Zac tried to call out to the stewardess again, she made a happy noise.

Suddenly, her hand moved and Zac’s world was yanked sideways. He let out a startled squeak when the movement was stopped with a sudden impact, then screamed for real when the woman removed her hand. Instantly, he fell forward and would have plummeted to the bottom of the tub if not for the object holding his ankles tight.

With a yell of effort, he pulled himself closer to the wall and grabbed what was obviously a small handle on what appeared to be an industrial-strength suction cup. Blood rushed to his head; he was essentially upside down, but if he stood he’d have been perpendicular to the bathtub wall. After a moment, he recovered and he shot the stewardess a questioning look.

The position wasn’t very comfortable, but he’d been in worse recently. What he couldn’t figure out was why.

“Hey!”, he yelled at her as she pushed lightly at the suction cup. She ignored him and Zac realized he didn’t matter to her in the slightest. With some effort, he kept himself from getting an erection as she stood, satisfied with her work. Zac realized he was at roughly hip height on the woman as she turned and walked away.

“Hey, what the hell!”, he shouted after her, moment before she turned out the lights and left him in darkness.

“Uh, hello?”, Zac called out, his voice so quiet in the darkness that it couldn’t even echo.

Zac hung in darkness and absolute silence for what felt like an eternity until he heard a faint electronic whirring in the distance. The door to the hotel room opened silently, but Zac recognized his sister’s laughter and the sound of stumbling feet. More than one pair.

“Of courssse I do!”, Caley was telling somebody as lights began turning on sequentially in the main suite.

Zac struggled to straighten himself out, but he simply wasn’t strong enough to stay straight. Gravity would have been far too strong for him in this position at any size. Instead, he could only twist his body awkwardly to see the outside rooms light up through the bathroom door.

Another voice mumbled in a lower tone and Caley just laughed. It wasn’t a stretch for Zac to guess she was drunk.

Then she stumbled into the bathroom, flipping the light on. Zac couldn’t be sure, but for a moment it seemed as though she sought him out to confirm his presence before stumbling forward again; all while she was pulling someone forward by the hand.

As soon as Zac realized that she wasn’t alone, Caley’s companion slid into the bathroom behind her. His shirt was gone and his pants were already half undone. He wasn’t physically impressive, aside from his titanic size, but clearly Caley had seen something she wanted.

Together, the two did a brief uncomfortable dance and articles of clothing hit the ground. Zac felt a little awkward watching the giants’ foreplay, but part of him got more excited than ever. It was obvious he was only here until they decided to use him and that was exactly what he’d bought a ticket for.

I’m really a toy now, he thought excitedly.

“Show me!”, Caley told the man with a laugh, and he moved his hand to reveal his manhood; perhaps six inches in real-person size, but it was currently as long as Zac was tall. Caley made a satisfied noise and ran her hand along it as she pushed daintily on his chest. He was far stronger than she, but she knew what she was doing. Moments later the back of his knees hit the toilet and he sat down hard on the cold plastic seat.

Comprehension dawned when he saw an inch-tall woman in his hand.

“I told you”, he said when she giggled and licked her lips. Zac wasn’t sure why she would be so excited over that tiny woman and he recognized the feeling of jealousy. “Remember, I only bought the ‘B’ package, which means ‘B’ tinies.”

“Perfect”, Caley breathed, running a finger lightly across her bare stomach.

The tiny woman must have realized what that meant when Caley licked her lips again. Zac wracked his brain to remember what it meant as the man started pushing the squirming, struggling woman into his urethra.

"B”, he said to himself as the screaming woman was encased thoroughly so that only her red hair stuck out.

“Minimal physics protection”, Zac mumbled as Caley knelt in front of the man and began a long lick up his shaft, starting at his testicles.

Caley reached the guy's glans as Zac said to himself: “No protection or reassembly from gastric degradation.”

Zac’s erection reached new heights as he heard the little woman screaming just as Caley wrapped her lips around the man’s cock. Caley was a small woman, but she’d spent more than her fair share of time on her knees. Zac watched, discomfort of his position forgotten, as Caley instantly swallowed the man’s penis to it’s root.

The giant moaned and threw his head back.

“Dammmmn! You weren’t kidding!”, he exclaimed as Caley started bobbing her head up and down, never letting the cock leave her mouth.

Moments later he said, “I hate to stop you, but I’m not gonna last long after all the messing around we did earlier.” One had went to Caley’s shoulder and she pulled off his cock briefly.

Zac could see the tiny woman, drenched in saliva and pre-cum. She was too small and far away for him to tell much else, but it was clear she wasn’t happy. Before he knew it, Zac started stroking himself, realizing what was going to happen to that poor woman.

“Should’ve just purchased at least the ‘A’ package”, he said with a cruel laugh.

“Who is she, anyway?”, asked Caley.

“Just a friend I talked into joining me here”, he said with a smirk, adding with air quotes, “told her she’d have the time of her life.”

Caley giggled. “Just shoot when you’re ready”, Caley said as she took a deep breath and rapidly stroked the man’s spit-soaked road. “I told you I swallowed.”

The man just laughed and nodded, his cockhead and the tiny woman instantly vanishing into Caley’s mouth again. One hand sought out his balls and massaged them gently. Zac slowed his hand so that he could cum at the same time as the giant, but it appeared he wouldn’t have to hold off too long. Caley telling him she’d swallow was clearly all the signal he’d needed, and Zac wasn’t sure if the giant was more excited that she was going to swallow his load or the tiny woman he was using as a topper.

Before Zac was ready, the giant started thrusting upward into Caley’s mouth and she made an excited sound. Zac watched as she pulled back on the cock, leaving only the head in her mouth and ensuring everything he shot would land on her tongue. When the man stopped jerking, Caley gave him several more long strokes, then pulled her mouth from his member.

“How does she look?”, Caley asked, sounding as though she had a mouthful of food. Then she stuck out her tongue at the giant and Zac’s eyes widened.

There, on the tip of his sister’s tongue, covered in sperm, was the tiny redhead. She was on her hands and knees, holding out a hand for help.

Then Caley’s tongue slipped back into her mouth. Zac ejaculated as Caley swallowed exaggeratedly, and his hand flew across his cock, suddenly grateful for his bizarre position; his sperm could only fall straight down into the bathtub.

Caley wiped her mouth and giggled, then gasped as she stood, “That was awesome!”

The man just nodded in agreement, not quite able to speak yet.

“Now get over here”, she told him, playfully pulling him to his feet and stepping into the bathtub.

Zac wasn’t quite recovered from his climax, but suddenly his sister’s toned backside was directly at face level. He smiled in comprehension, suddenly understanding why he’d been put where he was.

“Get your tongue in here before she stops squirming!”, Caley commanded the guy.

Without a second thought, except to enjoy the erratic struggles of the tiny churning to death in her tummy, Caley grabbed the perfectly placed butt plug. Idly she licked the last of the semen off her lips as her party pickup stepped into the tub with her. She leaned forward slightly and felt a face at her backdoor just as tonight’s companion started to kneel in front of her.

Caley gasped as the toy slid into her backdoor and instantly started squirming wonderfully. Almost before that gasp was finished, her hookup latched his mouth onto her pussy and began doing incredible things with his tongue. He sought out every tender place he could find while her plug massaged every inch of skin he could reach, the two stimulations mere inches from each other.

The triple sensations were incredible and Caley hoped the tiny in her tummy would last long enough for the massive orgasm she could feel fast approaching.

Zac could only imagine the hell the less-fortunate tiny woman was going through, and it motivated him; motivated him to squirm and push his hands everywhere he could inside his sister’s colon. He knew that every one of that digesting woman’s struggles would be bringing her pleasure, and so would every movement of his own.

He couldn’t be sure what the man was doing, but he could guess.

The world around Zac began to shake as Caley’s muscles began contracting in time with her orgasm and Zac was silently thankful his package kept him from truly feeling pain. Had he gone with a cheaper package, he would have been crushed to a pulp for sure; her sphincter was so tight around him, his knees and ankles had gone numb. He felt more than heard her cries of pleasure; her entire body was vibrating as the man found her clit.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”, Caley screamed, not able to hold back any longer. The struggles in her stomach had started to slow and she knew what that meant. More than anything, the knowledge that someone was giving their life for her pleasure sent her over the edge.

A flexible leg pulled her hookup’s face even harder into her snatch and he eagerly obeyed. As she came loudly, he continued licking and sucking her clit for all he was worth, worming his face into her until he started to run out of air. Luckily, she’d already had all the excitement she could handle and as he pulled back to breathe, she fell forward onto him with a manic laugh.

Zac panted when he suddenly slid out of Caley’s ass. Gravity took over once again and he was yanked ‘down’ as the two giants laughed and Caley groaned in appreciation. With some effort, Zac looked upward at the amorous couple just in time to see the man helping Caley out of the tub, her legs wobbly and shaking.

“Th..thanks for…her”, said Caley, still trying to gather faculties.

“Aw, don’t mention it.  I’ve got lots more friends. They’re not hard to find when you’re wealthy and powerful”, he said, dismissively waving away her thanks.

By silent agreement, the two stumbled out of the bathroom, shutting the light off as they went.

“Hey!”, Zac called as lights in the outside room shut off as well He was encased in darkness again, but this time he could hear the couple outside talking in low voices.

Moment later, he could hear soft snoring.

Left here just like a forgotten toy, he thought, at first annoyed. Then his cock started to rise again from the realization of how thoroughly he’d been used then set aside. They hadn’t even bothered to take him off the wall after she’d gotten her fun from him.

In the darkness, Zac started playing with himself slowly, knowing he had all night until Caley pulled him free.

*** 

Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: Zac Starts to Cum 'Round

Several days later Zac found himself in an odd position that he hadn’t been in for far too long. The days had passed in a blur of first defiance and anger, than unrestrained pleasure. He’d spent so much time inside his sister that he often didn’t know if it was day or night, and he didn’t care.

He was living his greatest fantasy, and it was as great as he could have hoped for.

So he was unaccustomed on a dinner tray while Caley finished her dinner. He’d spent so much time on and in her body he felt cold, though he knew that was just an illusion of his mind.

Idly he strode about the shiny silver tray, letting his eyes adjust to seeing things in the distance once again. He was only a few inches tall, but the handle of her butterknife still came up to his ankles, her plate up to his waist. While he knew it would be incredible to run around her room at his current height, for some reason, he couldn’t quite find the willpower to seek independence.

Zac felt primally connected to Caley in a way he couldn’t explain. The sexual satisfaction he’d gotten in the past several days was incredible and addictive.

“So”, she said as she put down he napkin, “I think we’re both enjoying your change of mind lately, don’t you agree?”

Caley leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table. Zac pulled his eyes from her breasts, small but massive compared to him, and looked her in the eyes. He didn’t bother to respond; even at his size he was sure she could see his growing erection. She had set her phone to his side and had secretly started recording via the camera app. Zac’s attention was completely focused on her.

“Did you realize today is our last day at the resort? I was wondering if perhaps you would like to extend your stay a day?”, she asked, continuing as she pushed her butterknife in a small circle. Zac had to leap over it to avoid getting struck by the handle. “What do you think?”

Zac paused as he looked up at her. She stopped the spinning knife just before it could knock him over.

“Uh, what are you talking about?”, he called up to her. “We have the option to extend our packages?” He vaguely remembered the conversation Caley had with the receptionist long ago, but had almost completely forgotten about it.

“Yes, they’ll allow us to extend out a day or more. I was thinking one more day together would be fun.”

“Hmmm. Yes, that does sound fun. And, you know, I had planned an extra day off anyway to kind of resettle before finishing out my summer job. There’s just one problem sis…”, he said, letting the sentence trail off.

“Yeah, and what is that?”

“I pretty much used up all my savings for this package. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t afford the extra day”, he said, feeling somewhat saddened as he spoke his truth.

“Not a problem, bro. I could pay for both our extensions”, she said, smiling.

On the tray, he began jumping up and down excitedly. “Really? You’d do that? That’s so awesome, sis!”

“So, you’re up for it?”, she asked, wanting to confirm his approval.

He smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

“Awesome. I’ll go talk to the receptionist tonight and let her know of our plans.”, she said, sneakily tapping her camera app recording to off.

“Now that we’ve settled that, I have a reward for you”, she gave him a broad grin, her teeth gleaming as they rose to her gum-lines.

“A..reward?”, he asked, a little unsure of her intentions.

“All that time in my body”, she said, giving him a pointed look and gesturing up and down her naked torso, “and you were always content and happy as my toy, however I wanted you.”

Zac didn’t miss the emphasis in that statement.

Caley looked down at him innocently and blinked her blue eyes.

"There’s gotta be something you wanted, right? How about you pick what we do tonight and tomorrow?”, she offered.

Zac paused and looked around the room. He thought about everything he’d been through, both willingly and not. The very idea that he was getting the option to choose something was so out of left field he hadn’t even put any thought into it.

But he’d learned a lot about what Taylor liked, and realized he’d spent very little time in one of his favorite fantasies.

“How about some butt plug time today…and some pussy time tomorrow?”, he asked loudly, and instantly a wave of awkwardness rushed over him. Despite everything, it still felt weird asking his sister to slide him into her ass or pussy; but the smile that came across her face put him at ease.

Minutes later, a stewardess arrived with the brightest pink toy Zac had ever seen. Caley thanked the woman and took it gently, sitting it sideways on the tray next to Zac. Seeing it in front of him, longer than he was tall, something didn’t seem quite right to Zac. It’s widest point seemed far too large to fit into a woman of Caley’s size and stature, it’s base seemed a little too wide as well. At it’s tip, Zac saw no opening for him to crawl into, only one at the base.

He walked around it again as Caley stepped away briefly before returning with a bottle of lubricant.

“Uh…”, he said as he held up a hand, “This isn’t quite what I – gah!”

Before he could finish speaking, Caley had picked him and the toy back up, holding it upside down from what Zac had hoped for. Instead of being pushed into it headfirst, so only his feet were exposed as she wore him, his feet were being inserted. A light bulb went off in Zac’s head just as he slid in past his shoulders. Just as he started to try and talk to Caley again, she gave him a stern look and he felt the toy squeeze him on all sides as he grew slightly.

She made a satisfied noise and flipped the toy upside down. Zac couldn’t find the air to speak, but he heard the cap of the lubricant bottle pop open and the toy shook as she applied it liberally. A small amount of the slippery liquid dripped all the way from the tip of the toy to settle on the back of his head.

The, from his upside down and awkward vantage point, Zac saw Caley put her foot on the bed and lean forward.

“Good choice bro!”, she said happily

The plug moved forward suddenly and hit soft resistance. Zac heard her groan and the soft plastic around his ankles squeezed slightly harder. Then the tightness of her sphincter loosened, allowing more and more of the toy to slide inside her back door. Soon Zac’s vision was occluded by the growing mounds of her toned backside, held apart by one hand.

Then, without warning, her sphincter stretched past the widest part of the toy and forcefully closed around the more narrow neck of the plug. Zac squawked in surprise as the toy settled deep in her bowels.

He felt Caley shake and moan as she got used to the toy. Testing, he pushed against the tight material holding him and he felt it move slightly, but not nearly enough to allow him to get an arm free. Caley gasped when she felt it though, and Zac knew it was enough for him. Then she released her cheek and put both feet on the ground.

Zac felt odd being upside down once again, and the swaying of her hips as Caley walked felt even stranger. Then Caley did something that made him laugh hysterically despite the ‘wrong’ part of him sticking out of her.

Caley bent forward in front of the long mirror in the bathroom and pulled her cheeks apart once again. The large toy felt wonderful and every step was incredibly stimulating. But she had to see.

And just as she had planned, instead of seeing her tiny puckered brown hole, in it’s place she could see Zac’s smiling face surrounded by the pink base of the toy. Satisfied with how her toy was situated, Caley stood straight again and began planning what she would do the following day.

“Hang gliding could be fun”, she said to herself, momentarily forgetting Zac.

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Zac couldn’t believe how long Caley left him in for. Not that he was entirely sure, of course, but he never could have guessed his sister would enjoy an anal toy for so long. Time had lost it’s meaning. He was only removed for her to do her business, then he was quickly replaced.

She went about her day with him safely stored in her backside, happily pretending everything was completely normal. And for this resort, it was.

More than once, Zac found himself face to face with a giant or giantess who, in the midst of going down on his sister next to the pool, saw his plight and spared him only a giggle and a lick before returning to their main goal. Less comfortable was the feeling of a giant’s balls resting against his face while someone plowed into his sister, but even as their mixed fluids leaked out of her used pussy and onto his face, Zac felt oddly satisfied beyond anything he could have imagined.

The only thing that could have made the situation better was if he’d been able to move enough to pleasure himself. The inability to reach his manhood was driving him crazy.

Finally, after a day of having Caley’s thong bikini pressed against his face, blocking the sun while she went down on several guys on the beach, Zac felt himself slide out of her ass for the last time. She flipped the toy upside down, gave him an oddly sad look, then sat him on the same tray that had held her delivered breakfast. He felt himself being sized again. He estimated he was between two and three inches tall.

“Hey, uh”, he called as she walked away, sensing the change of energy, “what’s going on?”

There was no response beyond the start of the water from the showerhead. Suddenly, there was a jerk and his stomach flipped as a waiter removed the tray from Caley’s room. Zac panicked as he was taken away.

“No! Wait!”, he yelled, but the waiter ignored him. Zac couldn’t even be sure if he’d been heard, the pink toy he was encased in was rolling around slightly as the waiter put it on a cart which slowly was filled with more and more trays as the staff finished cleaning other rooms.

In his panic and distress, he didn’t realize something extremely important. He hadn’t been abandoned and forgotten. He was being taken away by the cleaning staff.

“My time can’t be up already!”, he yelled at the disembodied voice above him.

*** 

Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: Updating his Package

After showering, Caley picked up her phone and made her way towards the front desk. It was around 11pm on their last day and Zac had been removed to be cleaned up and, according to their original package pamphlet, they would both comfortably sleep, Zac in his cleaning bottle in his room and she in her king-sized bed in her suite, until checking out at 10am the next morning. That is, unless their packages were updated.

Caley was relieved to see the same receptionist she had spoken days ago about extending their packages. It would make things go more smoothly.

“We will both take the one day extension after all”, she told the receptionist.

“Excellent. We can make those updates. I notice Mr. Tibbs, your brother, is sleeping peacefully in his cleaning bottle. Do you have proof of confirmation for his extension?”

“Um, yes, I did get his approval yesterday. Here…”, Caley set her phone at an angle for the receptionist to view and played the camera app recording from it for her.

“Thank you. That should be sufficient. Please let me make a copy of the video, thank you”, said the receptionist as Caley handed her the phone. She plugged it into a device, then while she waited, said, “So, I see that you will be paying for both extensions. Can I assume that both of your packages will remain as is for the extra day?”

“Well, I think I’ll keep the same one for me. But I’m not so sure for him, you know, since I’m paying for it. Can you go over the packages quickly again? Just the highlights, please. I’ve read over the pamphlets, so I’m pretty familiar with each, but just want to make sure.

“Certainly. So, for the shrink packages, we have the VIP, the A+ Premium, the Standard and the Basic packages available. Since you’re already familiar with his current VIP package, I’ll just explain the differences between the others.

The A+ Premium is very similar to the VIP. It has all the amenities and allows for exactly the same toughness protection, but there are a few locations in the club area that are off limits. Those are here and here”, she pointed them out to Caley on her large two-way monitor, which stood on the top of the counter (not her regular monitor which was near her seat and computer).

The Standard package is similar to the A+, but with a few more restricted locations. There is a size restriction, so once a size is picked, it will be locked in. Also, the toughness protection is set at a medium level. There is a medium level protection and re-assembly from the gastric degradation, so you have to be careful with any mouth play. Anything beyond a couple hours in the stomach would cause irreparable damage to the shrinky”, she smiled professionally at Caley.

Finally, we have the B package, same access as the Standard package, but with minimal physics protection and no protection for reassembly from the gastric degradation. Also, we provide for no tracking at this package level. Each of the package cost differences are listed here”, the receptionist pointed to a chart which she’d brought up on the two-way large monitor, “and this is the prorated amount for the daily extension.”

“Hmmm”, Caley hummed, thinking over the options, “so there is a tracking at the Standard package level?”

“Yes.”

“I think I’ll get Zac the Standard package for the extension. I think his current size should suffice”, Caley had already made up her mind beforehand, but wanted to give the appearance of thinking things over.

“Excellent. I will plug in the updates”, the receptionist had seen extension package changes before, but most of the time, it was between wife/husband and girlfriend/boyfriend pairings. In her mind, she simply shrugged. ‘Let the customers get what they want as long as they can pay for it’ was her motto. After all, she had noted Zac’s statement on the recording about how he had essentially used his life savings for his package. There would be no forthcoming profit from the source anytime soon. On the other hand, making Caley happy would potentially make for a returning customer.

“Oh”, Caley said, having almost forgotten to ask, “Le Table Russo is available for Standard package shrinkies, correct?”

The receptionist scrunched her face up into a frown. “I’m sorry Caley. Your package allows for it, but the Standard shrinky package does not. You can see on this map where it is one of the restricted spots.”

“Oh..”, said Caley, her shoulder slumping noticeably.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll make an exception this time as it’s just for the one day”, she said, giving Caley a wink, “shall I make a reservation for you for tomorrow?”

“Oh thank you so much! You’re wonderful. This resort is wonderful. Yes, please book a reservation for me at 6pm tomorrow.”

“Thank you Caley. Now, to update his package, we will send a stewardess by at around 1am this morning and switch out his cleaning jar. That will update his settings and the stewardess will be so careful, he probably won’t even notice anything. We make an effort to not disrupt our customers if at all possible.”

“That’s great. One last thing – can you have a waiter bring a Screwdriver to my room? I’m just going back there now and it’ll help me to fall asleep.”

“Yes Caley, I will have him stop by your room in, let’s say, 5 minutes. You appear very excited for tomorrow, so I can say I personally completely understand wanting to ensure a nice, dreamy night.” It was one of the rare instances where the receptionist had let her professional guard down.

*** 

Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: Things are looking Up for Zac

Zac awoke with a yawn, stretching his arms and legs and twisting his torso. He had not noticed the stewardess switching out his cleaning jar or later that morning when his jar had been brought to Caley’s room. He had a very restful sleep and several wondrous dreams, though he couldn’t remember any specifics upon waking. It seemed like he had slept for a long time and he was full of energy.

Caley had decided to sleep in before she started her final day. She figured on a late light breakfast for both of them, followed by a very fun event she had planned with a young woman she had met by the pool a couple nights earlier. She knew Zac would enjoy it.

Soon a waiter brought a tray in, then lifted the top. There were two plates, one tiny one and one regular-sized one. The tiny plate sat on a tiny table complete with a small chair adjoining it. It smelled delicious.

“I’ve got you your favorite, bro”, Caley announced, picking him up by his midsection gently and placing him on the tray. There he caught himself from drooling. He couldn’t remember the last time he partook in eating food himself. There on his tiny plate were several strips of thick hickory-smoked bacon, basted eggs, toast, a small dish of fruit and a mojito. For the first time in awhile, he actually felt a hunger for food. Strange, he thought, before giving in to the cravings of his stomach.

“Yum”, he said, sitting down and digging in using his tiny utensils.

Caley had a small stack of strawberry Crêpes, a small side of breakfast potatoes, and a small glass of orange juice (this time, without the vodka).

Not much was said through breakfast, but about halfway through, Caley looked over at him thoughtfully and asked, “how is your breakfast?”

“I didn’t realize how hungry I was”, said Zac, chewing on a piece of bacon, “I guess it’s been some time since I had any decent food. It’s really good.”

She smiled down at him, taking a drink of her orange juice. She’s suddenly so thoughtful, he thought, strange.

After breakfast, it was play time. She alternated between pushing him face first into her pussy, cock first, and feet first. She had put some little twine about his legs for the latter to insure he was at a proper stiffness level. Her insertions were very gentle and slow. When he went face first, he was able to gently lick as he went in. When she inserted him cock first, she held him between two fingers, one on his waist and the other on his butt and gently slid him across her slit, almost as one would when sopping bread into gravy to scoop up the moisture. His feet first insertions were only slightly rougher and faster.

After a good while of this, she sighed and lay back, resting her head on her pillow, then said to him, “Ok Zac, it’s your time. Have fun. Explore”, she gave him a wink, setting him gently down near her bellybutton.

Zac proceeded to run around her belly, causing her to laugh, saying “you tickle.” Zac laughed, then proceeded to trudge up to her chest, taking ample time to explore the creases which preceded her breasts. He remembered when he was normal sized, her breasts had seemed on the small side – firm and pert, but smallish. To his current size, they were simply mounds to crawl up and over. He felt like a child climbing a hill and he smiled at the thought. Of course, at the center of each hill, her nipples stood prominently erect, coming up to his knees. The surrounding areolas were small circles surrounding the nipples and contrasted nicely with her skin color. He had not noticed it before, but in the circle were small bumps. The texture was soft.

Looking up at her as she looked down, observing him, he smiled and proceeded to grab a nipple with both arms. He tweaked it, pulling it this way and that and marveling at the texture, then began to lick at it’s center.

She loved the sensation of him crawling around her breasts and playing with her nipples. She closed her eyes and sighed.

After some time, she could hear him say, “ok, how about if you turn over. Let me see your best side.”

Laughing, she gently picked him up off of her breast, thinking it funny as he didn’t immediately let go of her nipple and it stretched a bit before his arms came away from it with a light ‘pop’. She held him to the side as she slowly flipped over, then, knowing what he was after, gently set him on the cheek of her ass.

He played with her butt, at one point spanking her with both hands and watching how he could make it jiggle slightly. In essence, he was playing patty-cake with her butt. At another point, he centered himself at the top of her butt-crack and, pushing his arms and legs out at full strength, was able to push enough to make her puckered butthole viewable.

Silly boy, she thought. Let him have his fun. While he thus played, she grabbed her phone which was nearby and tapped out a couple of texts. All the gentle playing had really gotten her juices flowing.

All the gentleness and thoughtfulness was out-of-the-ordinary, Zac thought. Perhaps after a couple of weeks where I was at her service has made her turn over a new leaf?

With her pussy warmed up, Caley decided to give him a real treat. A Waitress had brought in a little oval-shaped disc made out of thermoplastic elastomer, with the smooth circular edges bending slightly out from the insert like a little dish. It was some kind of pussy insert, where inside the dish portion, there was room for a little man to lay spread-eagled, limbs in clasps.

“What do you think of this bro? It’s a pussy x-spread insert toy.”

“What is that?”, he asked, generally confused as to the toy’s usefulness. Maybe here comes the rough play and everything which preceded it has simply been the calm before the storm, he thought.

“Get in and I’ll show ya”, she ordered gently, assisting him by directing him to lay flat within the dish. The she told him, “here, just put your hands and legs into the tiny clasps.” The clasps were such that they almost molded into his arms and legs.

After he did as ordered, she turned her head towards the living room and loudly proclaimed, “he’s ready Janelle.”

Zac was able to twist his head barely to see where Caley was looking. There at the entrance to the bedroom was a beautiful young black girl, one hand on her hip and one leaning against the door frame. She had a sultry look about her.

“This toy was Janelle’s idea. She told me she wanted to eat my pussy and nibble at a little man at the same time.”

“Oh gawd”, said Zac. His cock began to slowly harden, twitching as he lay on the outside of the pussy insert, facing outward and spread-eagled and awaiting the pleasantries to come.

“Yeah”, said Caley, snickering in understanding his craving, scrunching up her nose playfully. She would enjoy this too. She lay down on her bed with legs spread, then carefully inserted her x-spread toy. Zac lay comfortably within the toy, itself pushing her pussy lips wide.

Zac’s eyes bugged out as Janelle approached, moving her tongue around against her lower lip as she moved onto the bed, entering between the spread in Caley’s legs while on all fours.

The ebony-skinned beauty winked at him as she rapidly approached with outstretched tongue. Her first licks had sent his semi-erect cock flailing, first to one side, then the other. After the fourth or fifth time giving him a full body lick, starting from his feet and continuing past his head to his sister’s clit, Zac’s dick had quickly sprung to it’s maximum length and girth. He was in heaven.

It was a half hour later, and Zac and Caley had both experienced multiple orgasms at the end of Janelle’s tongue. She had begun slowly, alternating lapping at him with licking around the edges of the insert and Caley’s labia. The last several minutes, she had upped the speed of her lapping and licking. There was one point when she had left her lips on his whole body, engulfing most of him for many seconds, where he had felt a sense of drowning. But, it was the only non-pleasurable instance and had lasted only a second or two. Finally, as they both lay completely spent, the woman had gotten up off the bed and, turning back at them as she walked away, simply said, “That was fun. See ya later…alligator.” With that, she was gone.

It was roughly 4:30 in the afternoon of their final day when Caley removed the pussy insert and slid it out of her vagina, setting it (and Zac) on the nightstand. They had napped for a good couple hours after their escapade. She slowly rose from the bed, then looked over at Zac, still spread-eagled at the top of the toy, blinking up at her. She leaned down towards him.

“So, what did you think of Janelle?”

“She was awesome!”

“Haha. I knew you’d like her. That was my reward to you for being so good to me.”

“I love you sis”, he said, and he meant it.

“Love you too, little bro”, she replied, then, after a moment of thought, she continued, “Hey, I’m gonna send for the stewardess. We need to get cleaned up and ready. I’ve got us a reservation at Le Table Russo. Let’s not be late.”

“Is that the place you ate at before?”, Zac asked, remembering his harrowing experience when he thought for awhile that he was a goner after being swallowed by her.

“Yep. I love that place”, she confirmed, gently helping him remove the clasps from his arms and legs.

Zac stood upright and limbered up, noticing that his extremities had went a little numb and were sore where the clasps had molded onto them. Strange, he thought. But his mind soon wandered to the restaurant and what might be good to eat there.

Minutes later, the stewardess had come, bringing with her a cleaning jar. After cleaning him, he was given another tiny mojito, which her proceeded to drink. As he waited for Caley to finish getting ready, he felt his eyelids getting heavy. Suddenly, he felt so sleep. Strange, he thought, before passing out.

As Caley scrubbed herself down in the shower, the heat and water pressure just perfect on her glistening skin, she looked down at her genitals. Her once-tight pussy had been stretched by all the play from the last two weeks. Even her lips were more pronounced, looking almost swelled. The ridges around her vaginal entry even looked a bit floppy. As much as she had enjoyed the time, she knew she needed to go through a period of inactivity to let her body recuperate and tighten back up.

By 5pm, Caley was cleaned up and ready, having put on her favorite dress. The hem came up to mid-thigh and covered her groin, which was completely naked underneath. In fact, the black lacy dress was her only piece of attire for the evening. She had sprayed herself with a sweet fragrance. Along with the fruity, fresh shampoo she had used, she smelled great. She had just enough time for her hair appointment which was conveniently on her way to Le Table Russo.

*** 

Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: Final Dinner at Le Table Russo

Zac awoke in the kitchen. As had happened the last time he had been in this restaurant, a thin strip of seaweed had been wrapped around his face, covering his mouth, then another around his 2.5 inch body. He had not been blindfolded as before. He’d been rolled in rice and sat carefully on the center of the dish.

Oh gosh, not again!, he quickly realized her plans were to eat him with her sashimi. He didn’t want to make another trip through his sister’s digestive system which would no doubt compromise the remainder of his time at the resort. But today had been so nice for him. Perhaps I’ll just let her have her way now.

The waiter smiled at him as he picked up the tray and carried it out onto the floor.

Caley had asked for and was given a quaint table in it’s own nook of the restaurant, where the lighting was a bit dimmer, and it overlooked a stream from which the waterfall from one side of the restaurant had fed into.

“Your entrée, Caley”, said the waiter, lifting the lid off the tray. “Enjoy”.

She thanked the waiter, then looked at her meal.

Caley had already drank one glass of red wine and nibbled on her bread, but this is what she had waited all night for. After pausing for few moments to take in everything, she carefully picked up a piece of her sashimi with her chopsticks. With a quick dip in her soy sauce, she brought the fresh fish to her mouth. It exploded with flavor on her tongue. Mmmmm, she thought, this tastes even better than before.

Zac’s eyes bugged out in his seaweed-wrap prison while his sister devoured his surroundings. Pieces of fish and small vegetables flew into the air only to vanish into her mouth. As before, the smell from the fish was overwhelming to him. Caley looked down at him with each bite and he watched as she gently and daintily chewed each bite before swallowing. As he watched her dine, he was struck by how beautiful his sister’s neck was. It’s smoothness was only marred when a small lump briefly made it’s way down her throat. As he traced the path of each gulp, his eyes were drawn down towards her lovely cleavage, the ‘cups’ of her dress barely covering her breasts just above each nipple, a narrow slit in between baring her tanned sternum.

Soon, Caley had finished all of the other meat on her plate, turning her attention to her Zac-seaweed roll.  She dipped him gingerly in soy sauce, careful not to get any on his face.

Arching an eyebrow, she smiled as she brought him up towards her face, “Are you ready for this bro?”

Zac didn’t answer. Though he knew she would eat him, he was going to survive whatever she was going to do to him. And yet his instinctive fear of being devoured kicked in again as he was lifted towards her ruby red lips.

As Zac’s body entered her mouth, Caley closed her eyes and with her free hand, pushed the hem of her dress aside, and began to rub against her mons. There were only a limited amount of potential voyeurs that could see what she was doing, but she cared not whether anyone did.

As she moved him within her mouth, tasting him, some of the soy sauce did get into his mouth, causing him to gargle and spit as he crinkled his face at the salty liquid. She couldn’t resist, moving his crotch between her molars. Gently she chewed on him, careful not to penetrate his skin or crush him, lest she give away the knowledge of his diminished toughness. It reminded him of a dog which nipped at an infant. Strange that she’s not chewing me harder, he thought. The light chewing had begun to excite his little member, which instantly hardened.

Caley continued to lightly chew on her brother. His texture was even better this time. The seaweed and rice tasted excellent and she got that incredible umami flavor from the light chewing, and yet she would get even more if she simply gave in and chewed him thoroughly. She quickly disregarded the thought.

Moving him about and gently chewing him allowed one of Zac ‘s arms to come loose from the seaweed as well as from his face. As he struggled with the internals of Caley’s mouth, he inadvertently punched into her teeth. Oh the pain! It felt as though he had broken his little hand.

Oh my god!, he realized, I’m not supertough. She must have switched my settings.

Caley was delighted by his struggles, which heightened as he was running out of breath. She thought she’d toy with him a little, pushing him to the roof of her mouth when she heard him scream. She thought she better let him out to get some air.

As Caley pushed Zac forward, he clutched at her lips. When she pulled him out, he was yelling at her.

“What’s the matter, bro?”

“I..I thought you were gonna eat me”, he said, looking at his hand and seeing it was bleeding, “and look, my hand is bleeding. I think it might be broken.”

“What?!”, she said, “Geez Zac, what type of person do you take me for?”, clearly she was feeling hurt by what he was insinuating. “I couldn’t afford the VIP package for you. That’s why I’ve been so gentle with you all day. Here all this time, you were acting for my enjoyment and I tried to return the favor for you today and you accuse me…” She couldn’t continue as she began to sob.

After some time, it really sunk in to Zac that he had hurt his sister’s feelings. He had really felt a growing connection to her of late and he didn’t want to ruin that.

For the first time, Zac noticed that Caley’s hair color was different. She had dark brown hair and the front had been pulled back into a bun while the back had been tethered into a stylish ponytail. Altogether, it looked quite fancy. When did she have time to do that?, he wondered. It made her look somewhat…different.

Resuming his focus, he said, “Look Caley. I’m sorry. I...I didn’t mean to upset you. I just got scared is all.”

She continued sobbing for a couple seconds longer. “It’s ok. I…understand why you would get scared. I think.”

“You..you do?”

“Yes. I understand that a huge mouth can be scary. I just wish you would have trusted me.”

Feeling shamed, Zac looked back up at her, “I do Caley. I do trust you.”

“So, you’ll let me continue to please you?”, she said, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes”, he said.

**

Thirty seconds later, he had cum insider her mouth as she swirled him about. He smiled despite the pain that continued in his hand. How does she do that with her tongue?, he asked himself. He tried to make the same movement with his own tongue, finding he could not. Meanwhile, the seaweed had come loose from his limbs and they flailed about.

Suddenly, he was thrust upward again, colliding with the roof of her mouth. He screamed as he was yanked backward, feeling the tightness of Caley’s throat encompassing his legs.

Caley felt her small morsel slide down her throat. It wriggled interestingly.

After the first gulp, now stuck up to his chest in her throat, his legs dangling into nothingness below, Zac realized he had been had. The finality of it struck him like a Mack truck. He clutched at the top of her throat with all of his might.

At the same time, Caley played with her clit, her rubbing taking on a heightened pace.

“Caley, no, you TRICKED me!”, he wailed with all his lungs. “Bitch!”

Her response – ‘Gulp’. She almost couldn’t believe it herself. She had consumed her brother.

Zac navigated her throat like he was on a slip’n’slide. It was a combination of skiing and a water slide, as he angled his hips one way, then the other, but there was no stopping his descent.

After she had finished herself off, she polished off her wine. She looked down and found a small puddle of her juices on her seat. Sheepishly, she looked about and was stunned to see a figure emerge next to her.

“Your mint, Caley”, a waiter had appeared from the shadows.

Has he been nearby the whole time, watching me?, she wondered.

“Oh, um, thank you”, she said nervously, swallowing the mint and gathering her napkin to try to dabble her seat dry.

“You needn’t bother about your booth Caley. This does tend to happen quite often here and the seat cleaning is factored into the bill”, the waiter said matter-of-factly.

“Really”, she said, collecting herself.

“Yes, more than one would think. The mint should last for some time, including the duration of your digestion.”

Indeed, the movement in her belly had become frantic. She giggled as she excused herself. As expected, the permanence of it’s situation had led her food to squirm even more.

“Thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome Caley. I hope you come see us again sometime in the future.”

***

Ninety minutes later, within the confines of her bedroom, Caley was still gently fingering herself. The movement in her belly remained, albeit much less active as of late.

Originally feeling utterly betrayed and terrified, Zac had eventually given in to his fate. His entire body was covered in her stomach acid and the burning had been quite severe for some time now. With the light from the ‘mint’, he could see the effects of the acidic erosion on his body, his muscles were visible in several places and even worse than that in a couple others. His end was nigh.

Suddenly, he heard a computerized voice. It didn’t respond to his protests, but it generated a project image to him. The image was the size of a large television to him and flashed a message: Please have a seat.  Nearby, a pristine white couch similar to the one from his room materialized. After a few minutes of frustrated pacing, he obeyed. The couch was as comfortable as he remembered, though the knowledge of what was about to happen robbed him of any pleasure he may have gotten from it.

“Please enjoy a complimentary beverage while reliving a few of your favorite moments from your stay at Tiny Tinder Academy!”, the voice said, and Zac was startled to find a strawberry daiquiri at his elbow on a small table which had once again appeared almost magically from within Caley’s stomach floor.

Startled but not stunned after everything that had happened, he picked up the drink. On the wall-sized television in front of him, scenes from Zac’s wildest fantasies were playing and he was so entranced by what he saw he didn’t even question how the resort had obtained footage of things that he knew for certain involved impossible camera angles. Taking a large gulp of his daiquiri, he had to admit it was the best drink he’d ever tasted.

He watched with awe and recognition as Caley slid him deep into her snatch on the first day, him struggling and fighting at every moment. An impossible camera angle showed him being chewed on with the rest of her sashimi on their original visit to Le Table Russo, and moments later, he watched himself be dragged in slow circles down Caley’s naked back by the masseuse until he was slid into her asshole.

He watched the personal trainer from the water aerobics class pound Caley from behind. A close-up of his face when the man’s spunk started to leak on him made Zac laugh despite himself before the video cut to a view of Caley walking down a hallway with Zac’s face sticking out of her butt plug.

The replay of his highlights continued, moving to actions from this final day. It showed their interactions over breakfast, her gentle play with him, him playing with her nipple and spanking her butt. Then it moved to their escapade with Janelle, probably his favorite time of the whole vacation. It made him smile, even though he was in tremendous pain and struggling mightily just to stay lucid.

“I can’t believe I got to do all this”, he was amazed watching the playback.

Soon thereafter, his body composition had finally broken down and Zac was eventually slurried into mush that would feed nutrients to his sister’s body.

The light from the mint went out.

Caley received her computerized reminiscence some time later, most of the imagery similar to what Zac saw, but from her point of view. It had included her final voring of Zac. She had noticed the distant computerized voice within her belly when Zac’s highlight replay had been shown to him. She smiled, wondering if it had included her final action with him. She hoped it did.

***

The next morning

“Thank you so much”, Caley said to the clerk as she completed the last of the paperwork. She had paid for both her and her brother’s packages, using his credit card for his original VIP package and putting the rest on her charge card.

The newly-minted brunette was sad to be leaving the resort; she’d really had the time of her lift. Never before had she felt so free to act on her fantasies, and not just ones involving tiny people. She’d even gotten some true relaxation between her time at the beach and repeated massages. The openness of the people who stayed here had been refreshing and liberating.  She would actually enjoy returning for her final week of freedom before heading back to college for her senior year. And she’d have the whole upstairs to herself.

“We really enjoyed having you here miss…and your brother”, the clerk said as she took back the clipboard.

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As Caley was passing by the front desk on her way out, the lovely receptionist held up a hand to delay her.

“I just wanted you to know that I viewed your final meal on my monitor. I’d just like to know one thing if you would please indulge me…”, the receptionist paused for a moment, “…how was he?”

“Zac?”, Caley felt slightly embarrassed, but remembered that tracing had still been on for Zac. “Oh, he was succulent.”

The receptionist raised her eyebrows, then grinned broadly, “Mmmm, yeah…he looked it.”

Caley smiled back at her. “I was just wondering – do the authorities ever come inquiring about missing customers?”

“I see where you are going”, the receptionist replied, “It’s a common question. The answer is, yes, sometimes we get visits from investigators. However, once a person has willingly signed over the responsibility of their sentience in the shrinking process, we are under no legal obligation to inform them of how a particular shrinky met their demise, only that he or she has met their end. You can rest assured that we will be entirely discrete concerning your stay. If we did otherwise, it would be bad for business.”

--

Caley made the four hour trip home in good order. Of course, she knew her parents would eventually hire a private investigator to try to locate Zac, but that was their problem. In the meantime, she wondered whether her parents would let her have Zac’s room. After all, a lot could be accomplished in a week’s time using the Tiny Tinder app.

She recalled with relish how she had yanked Zac’s chain the whole time. She enjoyed doing that with all the men in her life and, once he’d been shrunk down at the resort and was her property, he was no different. She smiled as she thought of the rollercoaster of emotions Zac must have felt, from shock, to humiliation, to helplessness, to hope, to lust, and finally to his unaware voring. She didn’t understand why these actions thrilled her, she just knew that they did. Almost reflexively, as though her body was in sync with her thoughts, a tiny burp floated up her esophagus and out of her mouth.

These were her thoughts as she sat on the toilet to relieve the pressure on her abdomen. Her anal cavity seemed filled to bursting and she was having issues mustering up enough inertia to expel her waste. As she grunted through gritted teeth, she was eventually able to push the large tip out. She sighed as the rest of her poo flowed out more smoothly. Looking down, she noticed the sausage-like excretion, muttering to herself, “Damn Zac, you were a lot easier going in than you are going out…”

After flushing and washing her hands, she looked at her phone. Her trip to the Tiny Tinder Resort had given her lots of fun ideas.

The End

Misplaced Punishment 2: Aunt Chelsea’s Place

Chelsea Simmons browsed her text messages, smiling. The semi-retired ex-Pharmacist had just received a message that her nephew Reejus that he would be visiting that afternoon. She hadn’t seen Reejus and that side of the family for awhile. She replied to him, “Any time after noon is fine Reej”. Financially very well off, with multiple millions in the bank, Chelsea’s typical work week comprised of working 7:30 to 11:30 four days a week.

Having recently moved from Madison, Wisconsin to Manhattan, where one of her three siblings lived, she had hoped to re-acquaint herself with Meredith and her family. She needed the moral support from Meredith following the recent disappearance of her nephew Chase, which had happened around the time of her visit to her sister Caroline’s house in the Chicago suburbs. Her last contact with Caroline ended in a screaming match where she was accused of all manner of activities. Of course, the fact that she had accidentally shrunk Chase down with her Tiny Tinder app and chose to eat him as a snack had left her with pangs of guilt in the following months. Not that she would ever admit that to Caroline.

Chelsea had made the move a month ago to the highrise apartment, finally getting most of their boxes unpacked and settled within the last week. She had reached out to Meredith, letting her know that she wanted to have a family get-together soon now that she and her 16 year old daughter Trinity had finally settled in. Her location was a good one – not too far from Trinity’s high school and only a couple miles from Meredith’s house. It also was near to some good shops and eateries. Most importantly for her, the pharmacy where she worked was within easy walking distance.

The quaint flat was very spacious for the two of them. Each had large bedrooms with wooden floors, each with their own walk-in closets and bathrooms (Chelsea’s bathroom was huge). There was a very large central living room area that spanned the distance between the two bedrooms. Just off the foyer entrance was the kitchen area, with the dining room that adjoined it and a corner of the living room. Opposite the dining room was a small enclosed study, all the rest of the area around the dining room being open. Both bedrooms and the living room offered wonderful balcony overviews of the Hudson River, perched as they were a dozen stories up.

The following needs to be said in regards to Chelsea - she did not like men in general. Sure, she could put on the charms when necessary to appeal to a man she found attractive, but she generally viewed men in a different light. Having been condescended to by powerful men for much of her career and with her husband leaving her soon after Trinity's birth, leaving her to raise the girl on her own, she took every opportunity to bring men to heel. The advent of the Tiny Tinder app had been a godsend for her. Not only did it provide her an occasional sexual release, but finding men via the app to be her little foot, butt and pussy slaves was her biggest social thrill in life. Her favorite  was in finding permanent toys. Thus far, she had tricked (or coerced, per her view) 4 such tinys, all of the younger male variety, ranging in ages of 18 through 24, to service her needs whenever and wherever she saw fit. Occasionally, she would even find a horny sucker to be a snack. Such was the case with twenty two young men thus far, almost exclusively teenagers, some as young as 15. There was just something delicious about quenching a young vibrant spirit that appealed to her on multiple levels, the least of them not sexually.

--

Reejus smiled broadly. He was looking forward to visiting his aunt and his cousin Trinity. Trinity, at 16 years old was two years his junior, had followed a similar athletic path as he. A track star in high school, he looked forward to continuing his career in college with a full ride scholarship to NYU in the upcoming Autumn. Though it had been awhile, they had kept in touch via Facebook and Facetime and he knew she looked up to him. He thought she was growing into a pretty young lady, a younger version of his aunt, with a charming, if sometimes playful, personality. He liked her flowing blond hair. With her ascending track skills, he thought she was well positioned to succeed in life, much as he.

With his day free, Reejus had taken an early lunch at his favorite local pub, eating a Philly cheesesteak and browsing his phone. Knowing that he was visiting today, Trinity had sent him a text message inquiring whether he knew or used the Tiny Tinder app. He had, in fact, been aware of the app, but having not looked into it too much, he had replied “no” to her, texting that maybe she could show him about it. She replied that her mother didn’t let her use the app yet and that she was hoping that he would show her. He replied with a frowny face emoji.

After he finished his lunch, he checked out the locals shops en route to the highrise. One of his favorite places was a music shop. His parents had ingrained in him the love of all types of music – classical, rock, alternative, you name it. The shop, Musical Emotion, had all sorts of antique items, old records and tapes. One of his friends also worked there several days a week. Egon was a bit on the weird side, but very smart and a veritable encyclopedia when it came to music, statistics and other things. Reejus enjoyed browsing the current selection and shooting the breeze with Egon.

Unfortunately, Egon wasn’t working this day and Reejus got bored quickly. After a half hour, he decided to cut short his window shopping and head over to his aunt’s flat. He thought about texting her, but he didn’t communicate much with his aunt, and, in the end, he decided he would just surprise her by arriving early.

--

Looking through her cabinets, Chelsea found that they were lacking. She had decided to make a nice lasagna dinner for her nephew’s visit. She knew it was one of Trinity’s favorite dishes. Thus far, there was no sign of the young lad and she had also wanted to visit a nearby clothing store which had a large selection of purses – she was in need of a new one. While she was out, she thought she would take care of another couple errands, making the grocery shopping her last of them to minimize her carrying as she  would be walking. Looking at the clock, she decided to write a note for Reejus, telling him to make himself at home if he arrived while she was out, that she would be back at around 3 at latest, with Trinity arriving not long after when she got out of school. It was nearly 1:30 in the afternoon.

--

Reejus whistled a cheery tune as he entered the elevator, a breeze from the lobby waving through his whispy brown hair. Looking at the time on his phone, it was 1:40. Arriving on the 12th floor, he walked a short distance down the hall until he reached the door denoting apartment 1206. He took a moment to work up his nerve, psyching himself up to see his aunt, who at times had a larger-than-life persona. Than he knocked, briefly but firm, 4 raps.

No answer. He waited around 10 seconds, than gave another 4 raps. Still nothing. He pressed his ear to the door. He didn’t detect any sound coming inside. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned the handle, finding it gave way, then pushed the door inwards, opening it.

As he peeked his head in, he said aloud, “Aunt Chelsea. It’s me, Reejus.”

Silence.

“Hmmmpf”, he said, opening the door fully now and entering the foyer. He took his shoes off, placing them on the welcome mat just inside the door. He detected a note on the small foyer table and picked it up, reading his aunt’s note, tell him to make himself at home.

Nodding his head, he set the note down and went about checking the place out, curious to see how his wealthy aunt lived. The last time he had visited their house in Madison was just a month before the incident with Chase, but that modest household belied Chelsea’s wealth as the Simmons had bought the house early on in their careers and Chelsea had continued to live their after her husband had left. This place seemed much more in style, more modern in the color scheme, eclectic paintings and furnishings. Walking into the living room, he saw the huge TV mounted into the wall – it must be atleast 80 inches, he thought, giving an approving nod.

--

Hmmm, Reejus thought, looks like I have the place to myself until atleast 3. And she did tell me to make my myself comfortable. With a smirk, Reejus decided to expore the flat.

With a cursory glance through the cabinets and cupboards, including a large pull-out cupboard, he was amazed by the variety of ingredients and cans therein. He perused the refrigerator, taking a small bottle of water.

Taking a sip, he set the bottle down on the kitchen counter which overlooked the dining room, finding a coaster to set it on. He found the mirrored walls (the mirror portion stopping at 5 feet up the wall) on the two enclosed sides of the dining room interesting, with tasteful paintings of food above the mirrors flanking both sides of the enclosed portion.

Making his way to the living room, he was surprised to find a vaulted ceiling. He guessed this apartment did not have an apartment above it on the next floor, atleast not a full-sized apartment to match the one he was in. The interior of the living room was well furnished with comfortable love seats and a large C-Shaped sectional, all giving plenty of space and directed towards the huge TV.  There were slide doors on each side of the TV leading out and Reejus unlocked and went through one to the balcony. It was a wonderful view of the River. Looking to either side, he saw that there were smaller balconies, one apparently attached to each of his aunt’s and cousin’s bedrooms. Must be nice, he thought, though he felt that more than one was a bit unnecessary.

After a brief respite, watching the boats and people below, he retraced his steps and went down the short corridor to the left (from the entrance). It soon became apparent that this was his cousin’s room and it was very large. It had an enclosed walk-in closet. He smiled as he observed all the hanging clothes and shoes that his cousin kept. He suspected she was a bit of a clothes-hound and now he could confirm that. He resolved to give her a bit of ribbing on that front when he saw her.

He told himself he knew better and it was a pervy thing to do, but he couldn’t help himself from going through her drawers. There he found drawers of shorts and t-shirts and tank tops and socks, but of course, he had a mind for other things. He approached a smaller dresser that was situated near the entrance to the bathroom. There he found what he was looking for – various bras, some utilitarian, but others downright sexy, with lacey and see-through elements. In the top drawer, he found her collection of panties – several colors and while some were utilitarian, there was a good selection of satin, lace and silk. They felt good to the touch. Although he wanted to, he willed himself not to give them a sniff. He was a bit of a perv, but not that kind of perv, he rationalized to himself. He smiled at his own thoughts.

There was also an elaborate small wooden box with an insignia on the lid which he didn’t recognize. The box was over to one side of the panty drawer. Amused, he wondered if his little cousin had her own vibrator yet and if this was indeed it’s storage. Opening it up, he was surprised to find it empty. A hollow portion of over 5 inches in length was set in a type of material that felt very good and comfortable to the touch, though he could not make out exactly what it was. He also felt that the hollow appeared a bit wide for a vibrator, especially for a girl whom he presumed was pretty tight down there. The length was conducive to a vibrator, however. Ah well, such are the mysteries of life, he thought, chuckling to himself. He closed the box back up.

The bathroom was relatively spacious, with a walk-in shower, the glass door being see-through, of course. Next to it was a comfortable-looking deep-set tub, the adjoining sides looking to be made out of marble. Across from the tub and shower, with several feet of separation, was the toilet, separated by a couple feet from the sink counter, which had a length that ran most of the way to the entrance.

With nothing more to see, he decided to investigate his aunt’s portion of the suite, bypassing the enclosed study (it was opposite the dining room and took up similar amount of space) which, from a glance, appeared to house a very high-tech looking computer and monitor system set upon a fine cherry wood-finished full-framed desk. He found Chelsea’s bedroom to be the same size as his cousin’s, though she had her own personal TV mounted into one of the side walls. Though not as large as the TV in the living room, it was a decent size, at 60 inches, he estimated.

Searching through the walk-in closet, he found some very expensive-looking outfits, and whereas his cousin’s clothing had a sporty element, his aunt’s clothing seemed to replace that with more formalwear. The shoe collection was also very extravagant. My aunt must go out a lot, probably to some large parties, he thought.

Searching the drawers, it was similar in nature to his cousin. He found the bra selection to be larger. He remembered that his aunt had always seemed well stacked. He guessed that she was a D-cup. In her panty drawer, he found another box with the same type of insignia that his cousin’s box had, made with the same type of wooden construct, except this box was much larger in width. A part of him had a strong desire to open this up and see what he expected to be his aunt’s collection of vibrators and other sex toys. His conscience felt a pang of guilt.  Maybe later, he assured himself. He wanted to complete his tour first.

He was astounded upon entering the luxurious bathroom. While it was effectively the same size as his cousin’s, the layout was a bit different. This one had the same walk-in shower, his aunt’s robe on hook just to the side of the shower door. But, the toilet was closer to the door, with a much smaller sink counter length. Making up the rest of the room was a very large Jacuzzi. Aunt Chelsea – stylin’, he thought. There were some fixtures holding folded towels above and to the side of the toilet.

He looked at his phone. It read 2pm. Damn – I got time to try this bad boy out! Thinking for a bit, he decided fuck it. I’ll be in and out in a half hour and in the meantime, I can look into that Tiny Tinder app that everyone’s been talking about. What better way than within the comforts of a nice, relaxing, massaging whirlpool. Starting the water on high, he quickly walked back to his cousin’s bedroom, stripping off his clothes and laying them folded neatly on a small table near one of her smaller dressers. He planned to wear his aunt’s robe until he got re-dressed or should his cousin or aunt arrive earlier than expected. She was of similar height (5’8” to his 5’10”), so the robe should fit relatively ok.

Reejus’ smallish flaccid cock bobbed up and down as he walked quickly through the living area and back towards his aunt’s bedroom. He caught a light wind current and, as he hurriedly walked, the thought that his aunt could walk in the door while he strutted across naked gave him both an urgency and a feint thrill. A shiver went down his spine as he passed the open area and into the corridor.

He noted that the Jacuzzi had filled only to ankle depth as he entered the bathroom. Feeling the water temperature, he found that it had heated quickly to a comfortable level already. Sitting on the circular seat which ran the circumference of the pool, he found the now above-ankle depth water to be lukewarm, but it would continue to heat further as more hot water poured in. The water flow was heavy and it wouldn’t take more than a few minutes to fill to armpit level.

Looking at this phone, he didn’t find any new text messages. He opened up the app store and typed in ‘Tiny Tinder’ to the search mechanism and hit enter.

“Alright Tiny Tinder, let’s see what all the buzz is about”, he said aloud softly. Seeing the logo for the app, he detected a familiarity to it. With a sheepish expression, he realized that the logo matched to the insignia on the boxes in both is cousin’s and aunt’s panty drawers.

Putting two and two together, he thought, You naughty, naughty girls!. He covered his mouth out of habbit as his grin widened from ear to ear, a tiny snort escaping his nostrils as he felt a slight embarrassment on their behalf.

*** 

Misplaced Punishment 2: Playing with the App

It took some time for the app to download. By the time it had completed, Reejus was up to his armpits in steaming hot water and he had flipped on the air jets. One jet in particular blowing with medium strength into the small of his back felt very soothing to him.

Skipping his profile setting for the moment, he scrolled through several pages of women, focusing on the ones looking for a tiny companion. Options ranged from all sorts of sexual behaviors to personal slaves. There were more than a couple looking for a tiny snack. He doubted anyone would take those seriously, but you never knew. As he scrolled through, several of the women had posted pictures of their bodies. Some were full body images; some were focused on specific body parts. Not all were lookers, but enough were to the point that Reejus felt his cock twitch a time or two. With a knowing smile, he noticed it had become semi-erect. So easy to manipulate, he made fun of his own manhood. All in all, he found the app kind of fun. It gave him many ideas.

After several minutes, longer than he anticipated, he decided he better set up his profile settings before playing around further. Hmmm, if I was a tiny, what would I like to do with a hot girl?

Preferred tiny size – 3 inches sounded good to him. Pussy play and insertion? Yep, that sounds like fun. He checked that. A warning message came up recommending that he select a toughness level of at least medium toughness. Options came up – yes, no, select later. He decided on the latter for now. Next was butt play and insertion. Nah. He selected no for that option. He would really need to know the girl well to try that out. He left open the possibility in his mind that he might try that some day, just not right out of the gate.  Mouth play? Hmmm, that sounds pretty cool. He surmised it would be like receiving a full body blowjob. Sure. He selected yes to that one. Once again, the recommendation came up for at least medium toughness. Screw it, he thought, going ahead and selecting medium toughness.

Then an option came up to allow for swallow and digestion. He thought about it for awhile, wondering if selecting the option would have a recommended toughness. Just for grins, he selected the option and, indeed, a popup box with recommended super toughness came up. Smiling, he unselected the option altogether. Not ready to get eaten just yet, he thought, knowing he would never select that option, unless life circumstances spiraled out of control at some point when he got older.

He saw options for foot play, breast play and other items when he received an incoming text. It was from Trinity. “Hey Cousin Reej, I’ll see ya soon. Should be home not too long after 3.” He replied to the text, sending a happy face emoji. (he also accidentally selected yes to the foot play and breast play options, with his text reply overriding the warning popup for recommended toughness for foot play to supertough).

Seeing the time on his phone at 2:20, he decided to set an alarm for 2:45, then put the phone aside for now. He hadn’t had enough time to simply relax and enjoy the air jets that were bubbling the water around him. Spreading his body out, he let his arms and legs splay out a little and let his body droop a bit lower into the water, feeling the jet on his back creep up to mid-back and the water level up over his shoulders. He stretched his arms up over the edge of the tub, making sure to keep himself from drooping even further into the water. He closed his eyes, yawning, feeling a bit sleepy.

--

Feeling a shake, Reejus opened his eyes suddenly. What time was it? Did he miss the alarm? Was that his aunt arriving? Reejus propped himself up quickly. Somehow, he had power-napped and lost track of time. Looking at his phone, he sighed with relief. It read 2:40. Setting the phone back down, he noticed that both the alarm app and Tiny Tinder app windows were still open. Turning the jets off and clicking open the switch to drain the water, he took a minute to dry himself off.

“Aunt Chelsea?”, he said a couple times. He heard no reply.

He picked up his phone, which had went dark (he had the default screensaver display settings), remembering about his aunt’s box in her panty drawer. If he was going to check that out, he had better do so soon, before she came through the door. He grabbed her robe off the nearby hook and wrapped it around his mostly dried body. A couple small pockets of moisture made it cling to him a bit.

As the Jacuzzi continued to drain, Reejus walked into the bedroom and opened the panty drawer. Glancing down at his phone, which he held over the drawer, he confirmed the app logo matched to the box insignia. Very slowly, he pulled the box open. There, lying in four separate slots (a fifth slot being empty) were four tiny males of varying sizes, between 3 and 5 inches in length. They all appeared to be sleeping peacefully. Holy mackerel!, thought Reejus. His aunt was even worse than he thought. He hadn’t know what he expected – maybe one tiny and some other non-human toys? He stifled a laugh as he watched one of the tiny guys, a 3 inch long little fellow who he thought looked quite young and a bit similar to himself, give a little yawn and stretch his arms way over his head. Chomping his little lips, the tiny man brought his little hands to his face, balled up into fists, as he rubbed his eyes trying to clear the sand from them. The others just lay there on teeny pillows.

Reejus found them adorable. He could understand to a degree why his aunt would want to keep such ‘toys’.

Suddenly, Reejus’ phone blared to life. He had put the volume setting on max when he was in the Jacuzzi just in case someone called to ensure he heard a ring. Now, however, the loudness combined with the fact that he was snooping in his aunt’s bedroom and with something so…almost sacred to her, startled Reejus. He fumbled with his phone, clicking things he shouldn’t have as he attempted to grasp it. The foot play and breast play buttons were selected and a finger swiped across the send request button.

His phone landed in the drawer, getting tangled in between a couple of panties. His attention at the moment, however, was elsewhere.

Standing in his hollow spot within the box and looking up at him was the tiny man who had been rubbing his eyes. He stood there blinking, a confused look on his little face. The other three tinies had also awoken and were on their elbows or knees within their little hollow spots, cowering a little.

“Who the heck are you?!”, yelled the little standing man up to him. The voice sounded like squeaks to Reejus, but he could barely make out what was said.

“I’m Reejus, little dude”, he smiled at the guy.

The little man shook his head, looking confused, and gestured with is hands, “And who the heck is Reejus?”

“Oh, I’m Chelsea’s….”, Reejus began, but his voice trailed off. For at that moment, Reejus felt a tickling sensation through his whole body and he quickly disappeared from the tiny men’s view.

They looked at each other knowingly.

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Chapter 4 – Shrunk and Caught

Chelsea was practically skipping as she entered her high-rise. The only thing slowing her down were the 2 small bags of groceries. Minutes prior, she had been thrilled to receive a nearby Tiny Tinder request.

Chelsea had prided herself on being a quick draw. She always thought if she had been born long ago in the Old West, she would have been one of the rare women to hold her own. This speed of thought also applied to her when it came to the Tiny Tinder app. Speedily reading through a request and, if she found the requestor willing to be shrunk and liked the profile pic and settings, she generally accepted, especially if the profile was a new one, as this one was. The newbies were the ones most likely to mix things up and also leave themselves open to her persuasive techniques.

Thus it was that when the request came through, her phone buzzing, she had quickly scanned through the profile and settings for the requestor. Sure, the tiny hadn’t selected being supertough, but the fact that his age was young (unfortunately, the person hadn’t taken a picture, so she couldn’t detect how good-looking he was) and that he was up for all sorts of play meant that she could atleast have one night of fun. Three inches was a decent size. Who knows, maybe if she really liked the tiny, she could trick it into becoming her fifth toy, and if not, possibly a snack.

She clicked the accept request quickly. Then, when the ‘shrink now’ popup  came up, she giddily clicked yes. Sure, she had committed to meeting and spending time with her nephew, and cooking dinner was on her mind, but she would track down the tiny a bit later for some fun, once she had ushered her nephew out and pressured her daughter to go to sleep early.

Interesting, she noticed, the requestor had also given the shrink size control over to the acceptor. What an idiot!, she thought. She went ahead and moved the scale a bit left, changing the tiny to 1.5 inches. This should keep the tiny in place, wherever he was, until she could locate and secure him. There was no doubt based on the blinking immediacy radius that the tiny lived somewhere in the building.

With a giggle, she swiped the app off of her phone screen (she knew from experience not to leave the app screen up, lest she accidentally hit a wrong button if someone texted her or called her) and dropped it into the purse on her shoulder, then entered her high-rise.

--

Reejus was completely disoriented.

After the tickling sensation all through his body, his body had tensed and stiffened, and he felt a sudden dizziness, than a falling sensation. For moments, his eyesight went dark. Then lightness. Than blurriness. He wobbled, falling on his butt with an “unfhh”.

He looked around. The room appeared huge now. He looked up at the dresser – it was like a tall building. Piled around him was a huge version of his aunt’s robe.

“Holy crap! I’ve been shrunk”, he said, his bewilderment finally settling down. Looking down, “And I’m naked!”, he exclaimed.  “Great!. Just great!”, he said in frustration. He was sure he hadn’t sent out any requests. “What the hell’s wrong with that stupid app?” He didn’t know how he would get out of this, but he resolved to delete the app after he had been resized back to normal.

He crawled out and over the robe, wondering where his phone was.

There – he felt it again. The tickling, tingling sensation. He closed his eyes, crouching down to a knee to try to steady himself. This episode didn’t last as long as the last time, but he felt that he had somehow gotten even smaller.

Oh my god. Am I going to shrink away to nothing?! What’s going on?, he worried. He jumped back up onto the side of the robe, laying there expectantly, waiting for the sensation to come back. Better that I’m laying on my side, he thought, in case the shrinking effect hit him again.

“Hey guys! Guys!”, he yelled up at the dresser top. He could see the drawer had remained half open.

There was no response. He felt helpless and alone. He lay there and waited.

--

Suddenly, there was a loud “BANG!” It came from some distance away.

Can it be 3 already?, he wondered. That sounds like a door closing. A huge door to him.

Reejus was somewhat conflicted – he certainly wanted to get his ‘problem’ taken care of as soon as possible, but at this size, should he try to contact his aunt? He was aware of the rumors from his cousin Chase's disappearance soon after Aunt Chelsea’s visit to his other aunt’s house in Chicago. He was unsure what to do.

Soon, there were heavy footfalls and they seemed to be coming closer, the wooden ground shaking. Perhaps discretion would be the better part of valor, he thought, jumping off the robe quickly and rushing to the side of the dresser furthest from the entrance from the corridor.

In came his aunt. She was walking barefoot and hummed along merrily as she walked, each step a loud ‘thump’ to Reejus. He peeked out from the side of the dresser as she came into the bedroom.

She stopped, looking down at the robe piled up in front of the dresser and back up to the half-open drawer.

“What. The. Fuck?”, she said, with emphasis on each word.

Peering into the drawer, she noted that just 3 of her ‘toys’ were in place in their box. Two thoughts struck her – (1) how the fuck did they get their little box open and (2) where was Dirk?

“Dirk, where the hell are you?”, she said sternly.

After some time with no apparent response, she said quite loudly, “God dammit Dirk, if I find that you’ve escaped again, you’re gonna be in big fucking trouble.”

Still no response.

“I mean it!”

Still no response.

After some more time, she sighed and closed her shrinkie box and then the drawer. She hadn’t noticed the shrinkie who had shambled his way to where Reejus’ phone lay, pulling it further into and beneath the panties. For Dirk was enamored with phones. And it offered him a possible way out if he could somehow jigger it to send a message out. He purposefully stayed hidden until the drawer was slammed shut, then flew head over heels into one of the woman’s panties.

Bending down and picking the robe up, Chelsea gave a little grunt as she took it into the bathroom to hang it back up.

Reejus made a run for it. Using all his track speed and endurance, he scooted out of the room and down the carpeted corridor. He had made his mind up. He would wait until his cousin showed before making his presence known.

Coming back into her bedroom, Chelsea detected some movement down the hallway towards the living room. She shook her head. That little bastard is gonna get it.

--

Even with his elite stamina, Reejus’ endurance was wearing thin. He had made it into the living room, apparently without detection, and kept close to the wall as he tried to decide where to hide. He took some deep breaths as he looked out at the huge furniture.

Reejus took a several steps towards the huge sectional in the middle of the spacious room. The sectional looked like an excellent place to hide. Not hearing any footfalls, he jogged for a bit then went into full sprint.

Halfway there, he thought, then there was a gust of wind and…

“oof”.

--

Chelsea had crept silently down the hallway, crouching, then crawling behind the tiny man as he broke into a sprint. He hadn’t looked back, thinking he was safe for the moment. He was most assuredly wrong.

Chelsea grabbed the little man around his midsection with her thumb and middle finger, lunging at him when she crept within range.

Opening her hand up, she dropped the little naked man face down. For a moment, she considered spanking him with the back of one of her fingernails. Or would a good squishing suit him better?, she wondered.

Just then, there was a jangling at the front door and in walked Trinity, setting her book bag down on the dining room table and walking over towards her mother.

--

“Whacha got there, mom?”, Trinity asked, popping her chewing gum. “Did you get a new shrinkie?”

Chelsea had now gotten to standing and towered over Reejus, her big toe over his body, his hands pressed around it’s sides as if he could somehow wrestle it from crushing him.

“Nah. It’s just Dirk”, Chelsea answered, “somehow the little bastard got out of his box”, she pressed her toe lightly into Reejus’ midsection, knocking the wind out of him. “I was just considering his punishment.”

“Aww, don’t be too tough on him, mom. Since he’s already out, can I play with him?”, she inquired brightly.

Sighing, Chelsea withdrew her foot. “Sure. Go ahead”

“You hear that little one?”, Trinity said mockingly, smiling down at him, “You’re mine now.”

Chelsea turned and walked away. As she went towards the kitchen, she cocked her said, saying “Don’t think you’re gonna escape your punishment Dirk. You’ll be sleeping in my butt tonight.”

“Eww. Mom, that’s so gross”, Trinity said, scrunching her nose.

Reejus looked up at his huge cousin. Trinity wore a peach colored t-shirt which bore just a hint of midriff, with blue jean skirt that came up pretty high on her sleek thighs. Completing her outfit were black fishnet stockings and red runners shoes. She had pronounced bangs on her blond hair, which she wore somewhat short, just above her shoulders. Her eyes were a warm, dreamy blue. Surely, she’ll come to my rescue, Reejus thought.

“Just make sure you clean up that little brat once you’re finished with him. Oh, and Trinity”, she lightly scolded, pointing down towards Trinity’s feet, “shoes!”

“Whoops, sorry mom”, Trinity said, quickly going back to the foyer to take her shoes off.

Reejus sat there, his tiny naked body sprawled on the carpet, wondering what he had gotten himself into.

*** 

Chapter 5 – Wet and Wild

It took longer than he expected for his cousin to come back into his vision. Where had she gone to? After a couple minutes as he stood there, he felt the footfalls and saw Trinity approaching, her steps gobbling up great swaths of space as she was upon him almost instantly.

As Trinity approached, Reejus reflexively put his hands down to cover his crotch.

Noticing, Trinity narrowed her eyes at him, giggling, “Come on, Dirk. You know I’ve already seen everything you’ve got to show. Don’t tell me you’ve suddenly gone shy after all this time.”

Reejus dropped his hands very hesitantly. They think I’m another tiny, whoever this Dirk is. I’d better let her know…

He wasn’t able to finish his thought or take action, as Trinity swooped low with much greater speed than he would have thought possible and, saying “that’s better”, she scooped him up with two fingers, her index finger between his legs and against his crotch, and her thumb cradling his back. The swift motion took Reejus’ breath away and the girl walked quickly in her fishnet stockings into the hallway and towards her room.

--

Setting Reejus gently down on the shoulder of the oversized tub, Trinity grabbed a bottle and squeezed pink liquid into the already steaming hot water. Turning to face the water, Reejus observed the water begin to form soapy bubbles on top. Trinity was running a bubble bath.

Ahhh. That explains what took her so long, thought Reejus.

“Hey, um, Trinity…”, he began to yell up to her when he saw her begin to peel off her shorts.

Perhaps I can wait a bit longer to try to get her to recognize me. This was setting up to be an interesting show.

As he watched Trinity strip, he thought about his prior interactions with her, granted they had only been intermittent. He thought her a sweet girl for the most part, though she would occasionally flash a mischievous nature. Perhaps that was an inherited trait from his aunt, whom his mother had recounted tales of pranks and hijinks during her high school years growing up. Apparently, his aunt had been a big cock tease with the boys and had often set boys squaring off against each other for her amusement. Reejus wondered if Trinity would follow that path. He hadn’t necessarily witnessed that, but he was, after all, family.

Trinity was now down to her sports bra and stockings. Her fingers under the bottom of the bra, she pulled and rolled up the bra, her small pert breasts escaping into the open, bouncing nicely once and then they were still. They were nicely tanned as was the rest of her body and had a wonderful upwards tilt. Her nipples were encircled within small areolas and had nice light pink tips.  Reejus stood staring, dumbfounded, his mouth open.

Smiling down at him, Trinity reached into her mouth and pulled out her gum, wadding it up into a Kleenex and tossing it into a small waste basket which stood under an opening in the sink island. Then she reached onto the sink counter, bringing out her earbuds from their container.

Reejus watched the girl put her earbuds in, then fiddle with her phone. He could faintly make out sounds, which he assumed was music, though it wasn’t loud enough for him to discern just what type of music it was. Trinity tilted her head left and right as she danced a bit with her upper torso. Then, tucking her fingers under the sides of her waist, she slowly pulled down her fishnet stockings.

A light pleasant scent wafted into Reejus nose, causing him to sniffle. He looked up to see the girl’s moist snatch, completely shaven or perhaps waxed as there was nary a whisker in sight. Having been with a few girls, Reejus had some familiarity with that part of the female anatomy. Trinity’s genitals struck him as the most pure slice of flesh he had ever seen. Her washboard abs leading down was a perfect compliment. He wondered if he would get an up close and personal view. Reejus made up his mind he would definitely take his time before alerting the girl of his identity.

Trinity giggled as she watched the tiny man, boy really, looking at her girlish bits. Normally, she might be offended to be the object of a male’s obvious designs, but with the tiny boy, she could have her fun without anyone else knowing. She reached down and picked him up gently, holding him in her palm.

“Ok Dirk, time for your swimming lesson”, she laughed lightly, then tossed him into the bubbling water. She took a moment to close the bathroom door, content with the knowledge that behind both her closed thick bedroom and bathroom doors, she would be well insulated from her mother’s hearing. She tapped her phone, changing the playlist to ‘fun songs’. The first one up was ‘Oops, I did it again’ by Britney spears.

--

To Reejus, it was like jumping off a diving board from 30 feet up. Luckily, he was able to keep his feet stable beneath him as he flew through the air, avoiding a belly flop. He pinched his nose just before breaking water to keep from swallowing any. The water was very hot and he went about 15 feet deep (relative to his size) before steadily floating back up to the surface. “Puh”, he exclaimed when he broke above the surface, trying to catch his breath. He was to some degree blinded as the foam rose well above his head. It got into his nose and mouth and eyes. “Gahhh”, he said, waving his arms all around to try to clear the foam away and give himself some breathing space.

With a smile, Trinity eased herself feet first into the hot tub, holding the sides of the tub with both arms, resembling a male gymnast’s form on the still rings. The water felt very hot, not scalding, but a bit hotter than she intended. She knew her body would get used to it after a time and indeed, as she slid her shoulders in, the heat felt very good on her core and torso muscles.

Once fully immersed, she turned over onto her tummy. She kept care not to get her ears wet. With her feet, she found the tiny man floating on the top of the surface. Before he realized what was happening, she was moving him about with her toes, somersaulting him over and over again. While she was trying to be gentle in her playing, it was rough going on his end. It felt like he was getting tackled repeatedly and he struggled to catch his breath.

Rising her feet high into the air, Trinity looked back, smiling. Reejus was mildly terrified. Bending her legs behind her and arching her butt up, she released him again and he fell with a ‘splat’ onto her left ass cheek. She giggled as he bounced and then grasped at the slippery surface, trying to keep from sliding into the water. It was to no avail and he let out a little scream as he slid down her bottom, bouncing off her inner thigh and into the soapy water.

She turned back over again, sending huge waves that threatened to pull him under as they pushed him away from the girl. For Reejus, this was worse than any wave pool he had experienced at Disneyworld and he couldn’t help but gulp a little water into his lungs.

Trinity moved her foot beneath him, lifting him out of the water and laughing at the sputtering little man.  “Oh, did the tiny man swallow some water?”

Reejus made his first real attempt to contact the girl. “Trinity, it’s me, Reejus”, he yelled at the top of his voice, “Please. Stop!”

But Trinity just saw the little man waving frantically and, with her ear buds on a high volume, she didn’t hear even a peep. She smiled and moved him between her feet, twisting him around the waist.

After a few twirls, she finally gave him a respite.

As he looked down at the small, dainty feet, he noticed the perfectly pedicured and painted toenails. He really did think her feet were cute, at least the top of them, with the smooth, glossy skin. The soles of her feet were much rougher, calloused from all the running she did. It was an interesting dichotomy.

Having just caught his wind, he felt her feet push him back towards her and he was soon enveloped by her hand. He was being moved. Wondering what was going on, he closed his eyes as he was brought back into the soapy water.

Suddenly, he felt a different type of warmth, an aura, different than the water that his body had grown accustomed to. Opening his eyes, he saw, to both his horror and curiosity, a long strip of flesh between the huge thighs. Trinity had obviously flipped over and he was staring at his cousin’s vagina.

Holy Shit!, he mouthed underwater.

Watching intently, he saw the girl’s other fingers pull the slit open, revealing a narrow passageway into what appeared to be a pinkish, quivering fleshy tunnel. He quickly thought to hold his breath as his arms were pinned to his sides and he was propelled headfirst into it.

In her earbuds, one of Trinity’s favorite Taylor Swift songs began to play, ‘Shake it Out’.

--

Chelsea was in the kitchen, having changed clothes into more comfortable attire, she was preparing to make the lasagna. She wondered why there had been no sighting or message from Reejus.

Setting up her array of ingredients on the counter, she noticed the mostly full water bottle sitting there. Shaking her head, she picked it up and put in back into the refrigerator to keep it cold.

--

Reejus battled to keep her juices out of his eyes, nose and mouth. His hair was slicked back as the girl pushed him time and again further into herself, her hand securely holding him by the ankles, pushing and pulling him in gentle thrusts. To Reejus, the fit was very tight, but the moist, warm tunnel gave way each time he was pushed in. This wasn’t the girl’s first tiny, he was sure of that. Though he had tried to scrunch his nose up, there was no escaping the pungent aroma surrounding him and infiltrating his openings. He wondered how long he would have to go without breath.

Just as he was about to give up hope, he was whisked out of her and set astride her sternum, the soapy water sweeping at his legs and feet like the ocean tide. He lay there on his side, exhausted, panting.

“That was fun. Ready for round two?”, Trinity said, watching with delight as the tiny man scrambled to get further up her chest and away from the water lapping at his feet.

“Give…gimme a moment”, said Reejus breathlessly, with his head down and an arm up in a staying motion. He looked up for a moment, noticing the two mounds of flesh on either side.

Even at his size, he appreciated their pertness and symmetry. He began to climb her left breast. Curious, he stopped for a moment and stuck his tongue out and lapped at the flesh on the side of her breast. Something about it’s texture and taste reminded him of bologna.

“Awww, is my little man getting tuckered out so soon? We’re just getting started”, she said, lightly picking him up and setting him on the nipple of her right breast. Starting to slip, he grasped out desperately to the distended nipple, but only succeeded in pulling down on it and he slipped down her chest into the water. She laughed, putting him back up on top of it.

“Wow, what a roller coaster”, he said, finally catching his breath. In different circumstances, he might be enjoying exploring Trinity’s body as a tiny, but the physical strain was taking it’s toll on his endurance.

“Round two begins now”, she proclaimed, offering, “…and if you do well, you might even get a little reward.”

Once again, Reejus found himself thrust into the moist snatch, except this time, the girl had shifted her body so that her abdomen was bordering on the surface of the water. This time, the girl also sent the tiny boy feet first into herself, Reejus’ arms and hands wrapped around the two fingers as she thrust him inside, over and over. He clung to them for dear life. Soon, he felt the narrow tunnel begin to clamp down on his thighs and ribs.

"Oh god, oh god, oh my fucking god!", she climaxxed.

Reejus looked up from within the sugary tunnel. The girl had removed her fingers, leaving him in her up to his waist. Her body was angled such that he could see her heaving tits as her breathing was sporadic.

He felt contractions of varying, but diminishing strength periodically clamp his lower body. Initially painful, as they became lighter, he felt distinctly pleasurable as the tiny squeezes on his groin brought his tumescence to bear.

Finally, the girl sighed, then gently pulled him out with a slurping noise, her vaginal walls tightening behind as he was extracted. “Ho….hum…let’s get you cleaned up a bit.” She brought his kneeling form on her palm close to her face, sniffing, “you smell like…sex.”

With a light laugh, she plunged some liquid soap from a nearby bottle onto him, then began to gently knead his little body. He watched as she gingerly applied a bit of pressure over his body, observing the beautiful sheen on her light blue fingernails, almost the same color as her eyes. It felt like a sensual massage and he couldn’t help but admire her thoroughness and gentleness as every millimeter of his tiny body was soaped up by her warm fingers. Unfortunately, the soapy smell was quite strong for him and some of it made it’s way into his mouth and nose. He sneezed.

Trinity laughed. Having long ago shut off the hot water, she turned it on again so there was a lukewarm medium flow. She dipped the tiny man into the stream to rinse him off.

Reejes felt the sensation of being in the middle of a waterfall.

After around twenty seconds, Trinity turned the water flow off. She took a few moments to remove her earbuds, putting them into the small container on the shoulder of the tub. Cradling his back and sides, she noticed the tiny boy’s erection and brought him up to her smiling face, saying, “alright mister. You’ve done well. I think it’s time for your little reward.”

Without giving him a chance to object (which he wouldn’t have), she pushed his crotch up to her lips. Reejus felt a wonderful sensation as the girl’s mouth inhaled his tiny genitals. He couldn’t help but put his hands on the upper lip that was sucking away at him. It wasn’t a few seconds when he felt another sensation – the tip of her tongue made it’s way underneath his perineum and between his thighs, lifting him gently as she suckled him.

Reejus began to hump into her luscious lips.

It didn’t take long, and he ejaculated spurt after spurt of cum between the pursed lips and the warm tongue below.

Once again, Reejus felt exhaustion begin to overtake him, but his consciousness was shaken awake when he heard the girl’s next utterance.

Keeping him just outside her mouth, Trinity swallowed her cum treat, than said, “Mmmm, that was so good, I could just gobble all of you up.”

Alarm bells went off in Reejus’ head. Thinking quickly, he screamed up at her. “NO. NO. DON’T EAT ME! IT’S YOUR COUSIN REEJUS!”

The expression on Trinity’s face turned from amusement to surprise, surprise to confusion. She cocked her head, bringing him into better focus.

“Oh my god.  Reej?!  Is that really you?”. He shook his little head in relief. “What…the…fuck?!”

*** 

Misplaced Punishment 2: Feeling Flat

“Gosh Reej, I might have eaten you. Why didn’t you TELL me it was you. I thought you were Dirk?”, said Trinity, exasperated.

“Sorry…I..I tried, but you had your earbuds in”, Reejus said, half-lying.  Trinity nodded.

“I can’t believe you let me…use you”, Trinity said, now deeply embarrassed. She covered her breasts with one arm.

“Hey, it wasn’t all chocolates and roses on my end either?”, he said, slightly offended, “and I’m the tiny one, after all.”

“Sorry. You’re right”, she said, relaxing her arm.

“Who’s Dirk, by the way?”, Reejus continued.

“Uh, one of mom’s tinies. He’s pretty young. You actually look very similar to him at your size”, she replied. Hmmm, come to think of it, he is a bit smaller than Dirk, she thought. Suddenly, self-consciousness and awkwardness began to kick in for both of them.

After a couple moments of empty silence, and a bit of shock on her part, she asked, “H..how did you end up…like this?”

Sitting on Trinity’s palm, Reejus explained all that he knew, from the moment that he had entered the flat. She followed everything he said intently.

“Hmmm, so it looks like someone shrunk you using the app…or you somehow clicked something wrong. I…I really don’t know, though. Mom won’t let me even download the app onto my phone. I just know a little bit from what my friends have shown me.”

“Yeah…I don’t know either.”

“So…where is your phone?”, she asked.

Reejus had a confused looked on his face. “You know, I don’t know where it went. Once I shrunk, it just disappeared. I never saw it again.”

“Weird”, said Trinity, deep in thought.  Reejus nodded.

--

Back in the kitchen, Chelsea put the finishing touches on the lasagna and put the pan into the oven to let it bake. It would be some time before it was ready.

With the entrée cooking, she surmised the sides could be prepared closer to it’s finishing time, so she would worry about them later, perhaps after Reejus finally arrived and then she could get his preference of vegetables and bread. She hoped he liked garllc bread as it was a favorite of hers with pasta.

Reflecting on the fun she knew Trinity was having with Dirk, she poured herself a small glass of wine and retired to her bedroom.

--

Back in Trinity’s bathroom, Reejus was trying to chip away at some of the awkwardness. There was some light discussion of her recent running performances.

“You still like the relay the best?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow. He had been more of a long-distance runner himself.

“Yeah. I think so. I just love the team aspect, ya know”, Trinity replied, “Having each of us depending on each other, running for each other, that sort of thing.”

“Hey, you remember that one time when we were younger, when we ran off down the trails…?”

Trinity nodded, laughing. It was a good memory. Her and Reejus and Chase were in their early teens at a family reunion at Starved Rock. They had run away from the adults, finding a hidden trail and circling back to their tables, going to town on all the desserts while the adults scoured the forest reserve looking for them.

Reejus laughed too, but for a fleeting instant, a look of sadness swept Trinity’s typically warm blue eyes. She had liked her cousin Chase and had received the real story from her mother about how she had eaten Chase in a fit of horniness and hunger after the mixup at Aunt Caroline's house. Trinity was both envious and disappointed in her mother's actions.

She had a moment of clarity. Their talking had reminded her that the little boy on her palm was her real life cousin, not just some obscure tiny that meant nothing to her. Seeing him tiny and naked there and recalling the past mischievousness got her juices flowing and gave her an idea. It was a way to alleviate the embarrassment of the awkward situation.

Setting Reejus down on the shoulder of the tub, she released the drain and stood up, toweling herself off. “Stay right there”, she commanded softly.

"Uh, ok”, he said, as if there were somewhere else he would go. Reejus’ eyes followed her as she walked away, marveling at the way her bountiful ass cheeks swayed as she moved – what a gorgeous creature.

Trinity set her towel on a hook and sauntered into her bedroom. She came rustling back in soon enough, now in a purple kimono robe that came up to about mid-thigh on her.

Reejus thought she looked sexy. “How about helping me get re-sized?”

“Let’s go”, she said in seeming agreement, picking him up and cradling him carefully in her hands, her open palm below and the other hand wrapped over the top, like she was carrying a small precious animal. “First thing we need to do is find your phone.”  She had a reasonable suspicion on where it was.

Opening her bedroom door, she walked quickly down the hall into the living room.

“Mom?”, she asked. She could smell food cooking and wondered if she was in the kitchen somewhere.

“In here honey”, said her mother’s voice from the direction of the bedroom.

“Er, do we have to get HER involved? I’d rather her not see me this small”, Reejus asked.

Trinity didn’t reply, simply smiling wickedly and rolling her eyes.

“Uh, Trinity…?”, he said, trying to get her attention, but Trinity ignored his voice and kept walking down the hallway and emerged into her mother’s bedroom, where she found Chelsea sitting in her small recliner, sipping wine and watching her TV. She pressed a knuckle into his groin, fondling him.

--

“Guess who was trying to escape again”, Trinity said, nodding to her hand when her mother looked over.

“Trinity! What the hell are you doing…?”, squeaked the little voice, drowned out as it was within her hands.

Nevertheless, she tightened her grip on him, quieting him, with the one finger continuing to rub his genitals.

Chelsea gave her a sideways look. “Again?”, she said, sounding disappointed. She set her wine down on the table coaster and got up.

“My goodness”, said Chelsea, “give him here”, she held out her hand, “it’s about high time I dole out some real punishment.”

Trinity giggled, handing over and placing the tiny boy face down into her mother’s hand.

Chelsea felt the tiny’s hardness on her palm. “Excited for your punishment, eh? Well, we’ll just see about that.” She lowered herself to the floor on one knee.

“Teach him a lesson mom”, Trininty said, then brought a hand up to her face to hide her grin and lowered herself into crossed legs position, sitting Indian style, the opening in her kimono offering him a glimpse of her nether region should he look over.

Reejus couldn’t believe what was happening. What is she doing? She knows how dangerous my aunt is to tiny men. It was such a betrayal. He could only hope for the best, that she was simply playing a prank on him and would rescue him before his aunt did any real harm.

Chelsea kept the tiny man face down, maneuvering him near the end of her foot. “This will teach you to try to escape”, she scolded.

Holding him over her big toe, her index finger on his upper back and her thumb on the back of his legs, Chelsea wound her middle finger up and flicked the exposed tiny butt hard with the back of the fingernail.

“Ooooouch!”, exclaimed Reejus. He hadn’t been spanked like this since he was a toddler and never this severely.

Watching from the side, Trinity couldn’t repress a snigger. Not only was it turning her on, but she thought Reejus’ reaction was downright funny. He looked sideways over to her, his eyes pleading. She shook her head playfully, indicating she wasn’t going to stop her mother.

‘Flick’, another fingernail slap across his bottom.

Tears came to Reejus’ face. “Please…”, he tried to scream, but his pain was so great that the noise didn’t elevate into a yell. All Trinity heard was a squeak.

Just then, Chelsea slid the toe from underneath the tiny boy.

Reejus fell face down on the wood floor, his erection painfully scraping the floor, causing him to wince and react painfully. He tried to lift his hips up, but suddenly the ball of his aunt’s foot was pressing on him. It pressed his pelvis hard back into the floor. Beneath him, he felt the hardness of his cock shatter as it was bent out of shape, giving way to the hardwood floor. He screamed in pain, twisting his face to the side.

To the side, Trinity watched, giggling at his reaction. Than, a look of concern came over her. “Mom, you’re not hurting him are you; like, really hurting him?”

“Oh no, honey, these little guys can take the abuse. They’re practically indestructible.”

“Wait…”, Trinity started to say, but Chelsea had put her full weight down over Reejus’ body, squishing him. There was a popping sound as she ground her foot, nearly flat to the floor. Neither female could see it, but Reejus’ little eyes, opened wide under the pressure, had popped out of their sockets as his tiny body exploded, traveling unseen through the air and landing feet way.

“Mom…uh, is he gonna be ok?”, she asked nervously. As yet, no blood had escaped the circumference of Chelsea’s foot.

That’s weird. I’ve never had one do that before, thought Chelsea. She had felt the tiny man’s body pop beneath her sole. There was that unmistakable wetness. No tiny could survive after that.

“Heck no. That little guy is finished. I guess I’ll just have to find another one. It’s probably for the best anyway – him trying to escape and all.” As she talked, blood began to ooze out on the sides of her foot, which was still firmly imprinted into the floor.

Omigod!, thought Trinity, her hands covering her open mouth as she fought back a scream. She couldn’t believe it. Sure, she got turned on by seeing her cousin get used in unaware fashion by her mother, but she didn’t expect her to actually crush him into bug paste.

“Get me some Kleenexes, will you honey, this tiny made a mess.” Chelsea’s thoughts turned to the young man that she had shrunk earlier – perhaps she could finagle him into being a replacement for Dirk.

Trinity just sat there, cross legged for a few moments, staring at her mother’s foot.

“Honey!”, she said sternly, getting the girl’s attention, “some Kleenexes?”

“Oh…uh…sure, mom”, she said, finally collecting herself and standing up. She ran into the bathroom and quickly took several sheets of toilet paper from the roll.

Coming back in, she handed them to her mother, who had remained standing there.

“Thanks honey”, Chelsea said, taking the toilet paper from the girl. She wondered aloud as she bent down to scrape the bloody pulp off her foot and the floor, “Hmmm, where is that cousin of yours? I thought Reejus was gonna come over and visit my flat?”

Shrugging her shoulders, her eyes maintained on the now unrecognizable splatter, she answered in a matter-of-fact voice, "…maybe he just did".

“Huh, what…?, Chelsea said, dumbfounded, as she looked at her daughter, following her vision to the tiny splatter at her feet.

Chelsea’s face reflected the sudden realization of what had transpired. She immediately was flooded with a mixture of emotions. Sure, she felt a twinge of sadness at her nephew’s disposal. She had actually kind of liked the boy – one of the few respectful ones in her opinion. But, more importantly, she would need to find a replacement for her expected evening entertainment.

The End