A Tale of Myth and Legend

Birthday Olympics of Horror

Chapter 1 – Happy Birthday Jenny!

By Richard C.H. Davies

Present Day - Jenny

Jenny finished her breakfast as quickly as she could, she was desperate to open her present. It had been sitting there on the breakfast bar.

Her mother was nowhere to be seen this morning, her 21st birthday morning. However, she had clearly left Jenny the gift, as she usually did, and also expected her to open it and enjoy it on her own. She never liked to hear any details.

She examined the neatly wrapped red box, it was a large rectangular shape, only about four inches tall but long. She gripped the box and admired the bright red bow. The presentation was nice, but it was the contents she was looking forward to.

She turned over the label on the top to examine the note. It read:

“To my precious daughter, have a great birthday. Look forward to seeing you for dinner. Enjoy your presents. Love Mum x.”

She carefully picked up the box with both hands, it had some weight to it at the bottom but mostly felt hollow inside. She was excited to find out its contents. She put down her half eaten cereal bowl and spoon in the sink, ran the tap over it to fill it with water to dilute the milk, the cleaner would sort out the rest, and rushed up the stairs, into her room and locked the door.

She sat on her bed in her pyjamas and placed the box on her lap. Her heart started to race in eager anticipation. She scrabbled at the corners of the wrapping paper with her pink shellac nails and pulled it back.

Jenny threw the wrapping paper across the room and gently unfolded the lid of the box.

She gasped in excitement as she looked down at the contents. Her mouth was open, swiftly sucking in air in her excitement. She reached down into the box with her index finger reaching outwards, she bit her lip in anticipation.

Inside the box were three inch tall men, they had been strapped down to the bottom of the box, with decorative tape. They were naked, in a star shape with their limbs splayed outwards. She counted each of them with her index finger, gently pressing her fingertip against each of their flaccid penis’. She counted twenty one of them. How thoughtful of her mother. 

They were all struggling against their constraints, wide eyed looking up at her in terror.

Sometimes her mother got her some willing people, other times like this, they appeared to not be so willing.

Jenny recalled her first Christmas that she had received a shrunken person as a present from her mother. She was eighteen. She had been arguing for months since her birthday in October about why she couldn’t go out with boys her age.

“They will take advantage of you,” her mum had said in frustration at her daughters persistence, “boys just want one thing at your age…” and on one occasion she added, “in fact at any age they want just one thing.”

“I can take care of myself,” Jenny had always argued back “what’s the point in all of the self-defence classes you put me through?” and swiftly followed by “it’s so unfair, I hate you,” was regularly used as a response. At that point she actually did hate her mother, the feelings of claustrophobia and of being cooped up in the grounds of the large house took its toll on her, regardless of the entertainment systems, and training coaches available for her.

She was therefore very surprised at what she found when she had awoken on Christmas morning.

*

3 years ago – Christmas Day – Jenny’s Bedroom

Her face still red from crying herself to sleep; she still felt tired as if her sleep had brought her no rest. She laboriously grabbed the stocking that was at the end of her bed, leaning forward in her pyjamas. It would be filled with the usual customary contents such as chocolate, stationary and sweet, as well as a few items that might be of interest that her mum’s personal assistant, Liana, would select.

Liana had quite good taste actually, she had eventually tasted good as well, Jenny smirked when she remembered back. As Jenny had come of age Liana had chosen presents that had been of interest to Jenny, more adult underwear, makeup, face and body treatments and fashionable clothes.

Jenny had pulled the heavy bulging stocking across the bed towards her. It was a woollen hand stitched stocking, red with white stars and green Christmas trees. There was string with pompoms tied in a bow at the top of it, closing the mouth of the stocking.

She pulled at the bow with her thumb and index finger and loosened the neck of the stocking. An orange spilled out and rolled onto her duvet.

She watched it stop in disinterest and then delved her hand into the stocking. She pulled out a series of wrapped presents of all shapes and sizes. She could tell the hair brush and makeup sets from the size and shapes.

She could tell the clothing items from how they felt and she guessed which ones were chocolates, sweets and stationary.

She slouched in indifference as she unwrapped one of the packets; which from the shape and feel she assumed to be chocolate.

Oh… she huffed, surprise, surprise, it was chocolate.

She huffed and unwrapped the chocolate bar, pulling out the contents with her thumb and forefinger. It was a small, thin chocolate. Her vision started to grow watery as her eyes welled up.

She threw the wrapper onto her floor in her sulk, which was building to a crescendo. She was fed up with having to spend Christmas morning on her own, she wasn’t able to spend free time with people her own age and she wasn’t even allowed a single boyfriend. It was so unfair and she blamed her mum for all of it.

She broke the chocolate in half and popped one half in her mouth and chewed, then licked the chocolate from her fingertips. It didn’t sate her anger or frustration. 

Still holding the piece of chocolate she delved into the stocking with her other hand and rooted around a bit more. She grabbed hold of a box and pulled it out.

She held it up quizzically and couldn’t guess its contents, so she pulled back the neat wrapping and ripped the paper away. She threw the paper on the floor and looked at the note, it was written in her mother’s handwriting:

‘My darling, I know you wanted a boyfriend. So here you are. This one is yours to keep. Merry Christmas Love Mum x’

Jenny folded her eyebrows in a frown. Was this some kind of joke? How could a present in a box be equal or comparable to a boyfriend?

She lifted the lid off the box and nearly dropped the box in surprise at what she saw.

Inside the box was a tiny man, looking up at her in terror. She looked back at him in terror. Was this real?

The chocolate had dropped from her fingers onto the duvet and she just held the box in front of her, both of them were frozen waiting for the other to make the first move.

She examined him with her eyes, without moving another muscle, he was good looking, athletic and completely naked. She hadn’t seen a real naked person, large or small before.

She finally broke the silence as the curiosity got to her; and the surprise faded slightly.

“Are you… real?” She asked with amazement at the tiny breathing form in front of her. He slowly nodded in response. His tiny eyes were looking up at her. He looked genuinely frightened.

She opened her mouth and breathed in deeply, and then her mouth formed into a smile.

Her mother had just given her a… tiny man.

She had never seen one naked and this close up before. She had seen them on various media channels on the internet. She was fascinated, as she looked down upon his tiny form.

“Please help me,” he begged up at her suddenly regaining his confidence. “Your mother told me she would make me big again… if I pleased you.”

That sent a jolt of excitement through Jenny.

She quickly glanced at the note on her bed cover. The note said he was hers to ‘keep’, there was nothing temporary in that statement. Her smart mother had clearly just tried to incentivise or manipulate him.

She smiled down at him, that was her mother alright. Poor thing hadn’t a clue.

“Okay,” she cooed at him, appeasing him. “How can you please me though?” She asked, party feigning naivety and partly intrigued. 

He shrugged nervously.

“I don’t know, what do you want me to do?”

She shrugged back.

“You’re too small to give me a massage,” she said, thinking of her options. He considered that quickly and then nodded in agreement.

“Can I pick you up first?” She asked him quickly. He was barely nodding and she was already holding him between the thumb and forefinger of her hand. She discarded the box and held him close up in front of her face.

She rotated his body and slowly moved her neck and head, like a heron watching a fish, as she examined him very closely from all angles.

He was heavier than she expected in her fingertips, but still felt like the weight of a hamster. She was amazed at how small all of his features were, but he was still a human man… and he was hers to own. He stared back at her anxiously.

“Erm… perhaps… I can try to massage your foot?” he asked nervously.

“Okay,” she smiled and put him down on the bed and thrust her bare foot out towards him.

He shied away briefly and then approached her foot and started to rub it as hard as he could, pressing his hands against it first, then resorting to forearms and elbows. Then he used his shoulders rubbing against her foot with all of his bodyweight.

Her foot impulsively jerked a few times as it felt more like tickling than massaging, but once she got used to that it actually felt quite good.

She looked down at what she could see of him behind her foot and had a sudden feeling of power and ownership like she had never felt before over anything before.

He massaged her foot for about 10 minutes and then stepped around her foot to look directly up at her.

“How was that?” He asked up at her hopefully, his face willing acceptance from her.

“Good, thank you,” she replied down at him sweetly. He smiled, nodding, pausing and waiting for what he was looking for. When it didn’t come;

“So… do you think you can ask your mum to make me big again?” he asked, almost apologetically.

She creased her face up in indecision, then gently picked him up to analyse him closely.

“Is that it? Is that all you’re going to do to please me?” She feigned her disappointment.

“What else can I do?” He asked, thinking, “I can sing-”

“I know,” she cut him off, disinterested in any solution he would put forward. She put him down on the bed so quickly it almost winded him.

She pulled off her pyjama top and allowed her perky and rounded breasts to fall to her chest, then lifted her hips above him and slipped off her knickers.

She lowered herself down to the bed and looked down at him, biting her lower lip. She revelled in his renewed look of fear and anxiety. She could see his tiny face looking up at her naked body in absolute dread and a slight tinge of awe. She was a beautiful young lady indeed.

“I think you should massage me all over my body,” she smiled down at him. She was surprised at how quickly and impulsively her body had acted; her mind was whirling to keep up.

The sudden feeling of ultimate power, a completely new sensation, owning him, and also being giant compared to him and naked towering above him all mixed to create a cocktail of feelings that gave her such a rush. The most exciting thing was that it was all so easy.

Unlike anyone else he had to do what she told him.

It wasn’t embarrassing at all. He was just a little thing that she… owned. He was completely hers. He was a sentient being, not just a pet mouse or hamster. She decided his fate.

The look of terror on his face was… tantalising and fascinating.

“Please, I don-”

“I thought you wanted to please me,” she lowered the corners of her mouth as he started to stagger back from her giant naked form soaring above him.

“Are you rejecting me?” Her face looked forlorn. “I thought I was pretty….”

He shook his head quickly in response.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t know how… pleasure your whole body at this size…” his eyes brightened for a moment. “If you make me big again, I’ll give you the pleasure of your lifetime…”

“Hmm… a compelling offer,” she tapped her fingertip on her lip. “But… I kinda like you at this size at the moment, and I didn’t think you would want to disappoint me?”

“No, of course, but…”

Impatiently she reached down towards him and grasped him in her hand. She gasped at how real he felt, the tiny warm body, quite heavy, but he was completely enclosed in her hand, just his head and shoulders and feet sticking out of either side of her fist.

She lifted him up so that he was level with her face.

He was quite good looking; she couldn’t get over how tiny all of his features were, but also so realistic looking. Well, she smirked, of course they were realistic, he was real. He was a real man… a tiny man…

She bit her lip with excitement as her mind flashed through scenarios of what she could do with him next. She felt a naughty fluttering in her stomach, it felt like butterflies. She also felt some excitement building between her legs.

She kept her index finger and thumb curled around his upper body and slowly released her other fingers. His tiny legs dangled and she looked straight at his dangling penis. She started to grow even more excited. She had not seen a real penis so close before, not even a normal sized one. She had led a sheltered existence.

That was her mum’s fault.

She gently reached out with her other hand and pinned the penis between thumb and forefinger and carefully rolled it between the pads of her fingers, feeling the squidgy foreign object. His face was a mask of apprehension at how gentle she was being, but he still looked anxious, because he didn’t know what she would do next.

Neither did she. That point in itself was so exciting for her to realise.

Jenny laid backwards on the bed and gradually lowered him down to her ribcage; between her breasts. She released him and felt the tiny mouse sized man stand on her body.

She looked down at him, he was looking back expectantly.

“Well go on then, start massaging me,” she ordered with a cooing voice.

“Where would you like me to… massage?”

“Surprise me, but make sure it’s good,” she replied evenly, in more of a challenging tone than a threat.

He shrugged and then started to clamber up one of her breasts.

She watched in growing anticipation. She noticed the nipple of the breast, that he had chosen, had started to perk up and raise itself in anticipation. She had never watched that happen before when she had played with herself.

In fact, she was seeing her own body in so much greater detail than ever before, she felt like she was seeing it through his eyes.

She was embarrassed for a moment at the size of the pores on her skin, that hadn’t been a thing to consider before… wait… how hairy was she to him? Could he see all of her little faint hairs?

She shivered in self-disgust and self-loathing, then her mind returned to what he was doing as she felt his tiny hands and knees pressing into her breast as he crawled up to her nipple.

Shivers went up and down her spine and she felt goosebumps appearing all over.

She continued to watch as he grasped her nipple with both hands, it looked like the size of a large pumpkin in his hands.

He then started to massage her nipple with both of his hands, rubbing in opposite directions and towards each other. A new type of pleasure went soaring through her body, her mouth opened in a surprise gasp.

“Ohh… that’s good… now… Bite me,” she suddenly ordered, she just blurted it out of nowhere. He looked up at her giant face and then returned his attention to the nipple and then bit down on it.

Jenny gasped loudly in pleasure and then her mouth turned into a smile. This was awesome, she had her own little living man doll.

She gasped in pleasure as she began to think about all of the things she could do with him… and what he could do to her.  Now that he belonged… to her.

*

Present Day – Jenny’s Bedroom

The thoughts of that Christmas all those years ago made Jenny incredibly horny, the anticipation and excitement of a new experience. She bit her lip harder at the thought; her mind was racing for ideas. She wanted to do something new today, something different.

The problem was that over the last few years she had experienced so much, she really needed to up the ante.

Today had to be something special for her 21st birthday.

Then she saw the packet of sweets in the corner of the box, a combination of strawberry lace, marshmallows and other things. She looked back at the artistic display of tiny helpless men in the box. It gave her an idea…

Present Day – Jenny’s Bedroom

Thirty minutes later Jenny had prepared everything. She had created her own mini-Olympics.

Jenny licked her lips. This was the first round and she was very hungry. She had worked up quite the appetite. She wasn't sure how long she could hold on for. They all looked so yummy.

The first six men she had selected had been taken out of the glass box that she had put all of her presents in. Then she had them each inserted inside a giant white or pink marshmallow, three of each marshmallow colour. Except that it was just their head and shoulders sticking out of one end and legs, from the knees down to the feet, sticking out the other side. Their arms and most of their midsection were hidden inside. They looked hilarious and completely helpless; rolling about in the box.

She had squirted two circles on a large white ceramic dinner plate, one circle was chocolate syrup and the other was strawberry syrup and they marked the inner and outer zones, they were about 100mm apart.

She then lined the competitors in a row as she explained the rules.

"I will choose the pairs. The objective is to push the other person, your competitor, outside the first circle. Once that happens you lose. Got it?" She asked bluntly. They all nodded nervously, nobody risked objection to the mad rules dictated by the beautiful but crazy looking giantess.

She selected and plucked up the first two competitors white vs pink marshmallow and held them both lightly with her fingertips squidging into the soft sugary marshmallow, one of them peddled his legs and wriggled to try and get free, to no avail.

She could vaguely hear him begging, but ignored the pitiful display. It wouldn’t help him at all.

She placed them at opposite sides of the dinner plate. They both stumbled a bit and nearly fell over. She giggled.

“Start when I shout ‘Sumo’, understood?” They both nodded nervously, looking up at the giant woman towering above them.

"Enter the circle," she ordered and they both waddled over to the centre of the plate. “Get ready, set," she said and they both faced each other bracing with determination and pure fear.

She waited for a few seconds placing a mental bet on the pink one; she thought he looked more muscular.

"Sumo!" She shouted out. Her pink one charged the other at full speed, his marshmallow bashing into the other one and bouncing him hard. The white one flew backwards, legs flailing and face in shock at the ferocity of the attack.

He was instantly thrown outside the 'dead zone', she punched her hands in the air and cheered.

Then smiled at the irony of such a literal name for ‘dead zone’, the thought of it made her so ravenous and eager that she instantly lowered her head towards the white wriggling marshmallow.

She noticed that the marshmallow had fallen on the outer line and been coated in the dark chocolate syrup she had squirted there, that would add a nice flavour.

She opened her mouth and saw the tiny ashen face scream out in horror as the giant open mouth approached him. She heard his screams and her view of him disappeared as her mouth closed around the marshmallow.

Her tongue slathered over his face and she curled her tongue around the marshmallow savouring the powdery sweet taste of the outside coating.

She could feel him wriggling top to bottom of the marshmallow. With her index finger she gently pressed her sweet snack into her mouth, then tilted her head back and allowed it to roll back inside her mouth until she could close it.

She enjoyed the sensation of the soft marshmallow and the lean limbs of the tiny man wriggling inside her mouth; as she sucked on the sweet treat. But she was too hungry and impatient to drag this out, she would normally like to tease and play with them a bit. Instead, she just ended up swallowing the whole thing.

She scolded herself for her impatience; she should at least have angled him better in her mouth. At the difficult angle he entered her throat, he blocked her oesophagus. It took several big gulps and it took a while for him to slide down her throat.

Her throat swelled as he passed down and despite a brief worry about choking on him; she enjoyed feeling him squirm and struggle against the forces of her peristalsis.

Finally, she felt him drop into her stomach and then she was able to talk again.

"Our first winner of the day," she threw her hands up in the air and then pointed down at the shocked pink marshmallow man who stared up at her from the middle of the plate, face ashen and feet rooted to the spot; as he was frozen in fear. He had just watched her gobble up and swallow a man whole; and she apparently had no remorse.

"Applaud him people," she looked over to the group of standing marshmallows with their arms trapped inside the marshmallows, urging them forcefully, then giggled as they squirmed and tried to clap their hands inside the marshmallow, "oops, it's a bit tricky for you isn't it."

"Applaud him," she looked at bit further along her table and demanded of the other nervous competitors, who weren’t restrained inside marshmallows, but stood anxiously in the glass box that she had put them in. They reluctantly clapped, trying to avoid eye contact with her. She huffed, men were historically such fans of blood sports, but it was clearly a bit different when there was a high risk of you becoming the next bit of sport...or food.

"Okay, next round!" She quickly clapped her hands together several times in excitement, she liked this game, it was fun! Then she lifted the victorious pink marshmallow man off the plate and put him to one side.

She selected two fresh competitors and placed them on the plate. They looked terrified. They knew exactly what their fate would be if they lost this macabre ‘game’.

"Get ready, set," she ordered, they braced, "sumo!" The pink one was a complete coward this time and was shaking his head pleading the other competitor for mercy. As the white marshmallow man charged at him, he turned tail and ran away to the other side of the plate.

Jenny watched in amusement as one marshmallow chased the other one. The pink was careful to stay within the syrup. She let the chase go round and round on the plate for a bit, then started to get a bored as the white couldn’t quite catch up with him and hit him squarely enough to knock him off; without risking falling outside of the syrup line himself.

She lifted two more contestants and dropped them onto the plate.

One of them stumbled and fell over, rolling on his side. His legs flailed unable to get himself back up. The other looked up at her nervously.

"Win my little gladiator, beat them both!" She ordered. Then she picked up and dropped her original victor back on the plate and added him to the mix as well. 

Within a few seconds both of the competitors who couldn’t beat each other had been pushed over the syrup circle by the others.

She plucked both of them up and held them by their legs, one in each hand, held up dangling upside down in front of her face. She examined both terrified men.

"You were both completely useless," she stated bitterly. All they needed was to show some courage. They shook their heads pleading her for mercy. "I know exactly where you both belong; you need a new sense of purpose I think."

She lifted the first one towards her mouth and dangled him headfirst, holding his ankles firmly with her fingertips. She slowly lowered the wriggling form. She first felt his hair and head touch her tongue, he yelped in fear, begging futilely to be helped by someone.

She held him as she licked her tongue around his tiny head, then it snaked across his face. She could feel the tiny head and face desperately trying to escape her wet tongue to no avail.

She licked him repeatedly across his face and then her tongue drifted up to his shoulders and upper chest. Her tongue lapped in the sweet taste of the marshmallow and syrup that covered his chest. She was eager to swallow him whole.

She lifted him up to look up at his terrified face, his whole upper body and face was glistening from her saliva. She smiled at his utter helplessness. He was just a tasty treat to her.

“I bet you wish you had fought harder now,” she spoke up at him. He nodded quickly and then saw it as an opportunity to beg for her to give him another go. He promised he would fight harder.

“Too late,” She ignored his pleading and instead lowered him down towards her mouth again, opening her lips and then closing them completely around the marshmallow.

 

Her lips stretched around the marshmallow and closed up to and around her finger tips.

Her teeth gently settled either side of his legs and then she pulled his legs upwards, holding her teeth firmly, her teeth raked the marshmallow off his tiny body, without causing him any injury.

She pulled the man out of her mouth again and chewed on the marshmallow directly in front of him, visibly swallowing the chewed remnants, before doing the same to the other terrified man; sucking his marshmallow off his body too.

Then she examined them again, they both still had fragments of the marshmallow that had stuck to them, so she sucked on each of them, hearing their screams reverberating through her jawbone, until they were completely clean.

She put both of them in the palm of her right hand and examined each of them closely, her eyes boring into them, a cold hard stare.

She felt like a cat that had cornered its prey and enjoyed the moment of victory and deciding on how to finish it off. They were both completely coated in her saliva and begging for mercy.

She moved her hand right up to her face, but far enough away that she could still see them and slowly and sensually licked her lips with her tongue. Then she opened her mouth and licked the top row of her white teeth.

She revelled in their fear and begging. She held her palm out and slowly and sensually licked the underside of her wrist, then gradually slid her tongue upwards towards them.

She continued to slide her tongue towards them, imagining the terror that they would be feeling seeing the huge open maw and giant tongue that continued to approach them unabated.

She could feel their little hands and feet scrabbling to get away.

She finally stopped when they were at her fingertips. She quickly curled her fingers inwards, tossing them back into the centre of her palm.

Before they could react, she gave each of them one final hard and full lick with her tongue and then with her other hand she opened the waistband of her pyjamas and panties and swiftly lowered her hand to within ten inches of her pubic region. She tipped them both inside, feeling them land against her pubic mons, bounce, hit her panties and then bounce straight against her pussy lips below.

She bit her lip, at the sensation of pleasure and passion soaring through her. She looked down at the tiny helpless toys; they were lying dumbfounded at their new situation. Their arms stretched out to their sides as they laid in the dark hammock of her panties, they gripped on tightly with their tiny hands, looking up in shock.

She waved down at them, wiggling the fingertips of her right hand. With her left hand she let the elastic snap shut and then pressed against them with her fingertips from the outside, gently rubbing them and massaging them into her pussy lips.

She gasped as she enjoyed their wriggling against her pussy as she grinded them against it.

She moaned in pleasure and returned her attention to her self-made arena.

Present Day – Jenny’s Bedroom

Her original pink victor was definitely the toughest, he had pushed another one off, the loser guiltily rolling around in the strawberry syrup.

The pink hero had then gone over to the other marshmallow man on his side and was proceeding to kick him along the slightly inclined plate up to the strawberry circle.

Jenny continued to rub herself in pleasure at the display in her honour. She was really enjoying this.

She lifted one of the losers up off the plate and roughly pulled his marshmallow off with her fingers. She licked him so hard that she could have snapped his spine with her tongue. Her pleasure from below was growing so intense that she couldn’t control the strength of her hands or her mouth. She also dropped him inside her panties to join the mix and then slid her fingers down inside her panties to join them all.

It felt hot and wet down there. Wet from her saliva and sexual juices which were oozing out and had been spread about further by the act of her rubbing the tiny men against her labia.

Her giant fingers gently drifted over the trembling bodies of each of the three tiny men, just a light touch, feeling each of their midsections and enjoying the sensation of their tense muscles under her fingertips. They were struggling to get as far away from her vagina as possible, she could feel them struggling against each other. Even in this situation they saw it better to not team up or work together. Not that it would have helped them if they had.

Her tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth as she concentrated on feeling each of them with her fingertips. She decided who felt strongest and then gripped his body more firmly, guiding him towards her vaginal opening. The others pushed themselves out of the way, she felt a limb from one of them drift quite close to her anus, tempting her.

The tiny man in her fingers struggled and tried to resist being manhandled but her middle finger lifted away from him and then pressed against his buttocks pushing his midsection straight at her vaginal opening.

She felt his legs fold as he was pushed, his hands tried to grip onto her pubic hair. She felt a short stab of pain as a clump of hairs was held on too tightly by his desperate tiny hands.

She quickly delved her other hand down inside her panties and squeezed at his little hand. She heard a piercing scream and thought she felt a little crack of something give way under her vicelike grip, and he instantly let go of her hair.

She pressed hard against his body and he bent to her will; as he slid smoothly inside her pussy.

Jenny’s eyes rolled up into her head as she felt his legs make contact with a sensitive and sensory area inside her. The pleasure arced through her and then disappeared as quickly as it had come. She didn’t know exactly what he had hit inside her but she wanted to repeat the sensation.

She pressed at him but annoyingly couldn’t repeat the pleasurable sensation. So, she grabbed another man. She must have taken him completely by surprise, because he put up no resistance, and she immediately thrust him inside her pussy as well.

She wasn't delicate nor did she take any particular care in what she was pushing, she just felt his wriggling body and pressed it inside herself with her fingertips until she got the satisfaction of feeling his body slide inside her. She didn’t care how they went in or which part of them went in first. It was all the same to her in that moment.

She enjoyed the wriggling sensation of two tiny helpless men inside her. Then she grabbed the third, his arms and legs thrashing around unnecessarily, and mashed his body against the outside of her pussy at the same time as rubbing him up to her clitoris.

*

Peter couldn’t believe the madness that he had witnessed. The giantess was insane. She had licked them until they were completely covered in her saliva.

He had long ago got past the reality of being shrunk, but now being in the clutches of this giantess was a completely new and terrifying experience.

He and another man had been dropped into her panties; it was a surreal reality that he had never thought possible. He found his body lying on the dark fabric of the panties, he gripped at the surface to try and stop himself rolling downwards towards her sexual organ and anus.

Peter couldn’t keep the smell from his nostrils. It was so pungent he felt it in his lungs. The overpowering smell surrounded and encompassed him. He looked back at the giant body and unconsciously shouted ‘Oh my God!” as he found himself looking at her giant open vagina; which loomed in front of him.

The smell of her hormones and sex was intoxicating. The lips of the labia were splayed out hungrily and were glistening. The pubic mound looked like it was almost a building storey above them, it was neatly trimmed and looked completely inaccessible with the giant dark sexual organ bearing down on them.

The mouth of the giant pussy was oozing fluid which was slowly trickling down and dripping on the fabric of the panties.

The other man who had been unfortunate enough to roll towards the giantess’ buttocks and had been trying to crawl away suddenly jumped in shock as the wet ooze dripped down onto his back.

He rolled over facing upwards to see what it was and found himself covered with more of it on his chest, belly and crotch.

He cried out in horror at being covered in the slime and renewed his efforts to try and scramble away.

Peter looked upwards beyond the giant pussy, the panties and the giant hand that held them open. A huge thumbnail projected down towards him as it held the fabric, stretched outwards.

The mad giantess was looking down at them from above. He tried to make out her expression, she seemed to be just watching their panic and revelling in her power. She waved down at them with her giant hand and what happened next caused them to scream in unison.

The fabric around them was suddenly released by her giant fingers like a catapult. Peter had a millisecond’s warning to clutch harder to the fabric as the wall of flesh in front of him approached at great speed.

In fact, it was he who was being propelled at it, as the giant panties were released and the giant elastic snapped shut with a loud clap against the waistline. 

Peter’s whole body was slammed into the fleshy lips of the giant pussy. He felt the wet sticky fluid ooze around his body, his face was also completely coated in it. It was a salty bitter taste and the smell was overwhelming.