"Mom!  Mom!  You won't believe what I just found out!"  A girl in her late teens exclaimed, throwing the door to the hotel suite she and her mother were staying at open.

"Tori, mind your manners."  The mature blonde replied with a calm, authoritative tone as she zipped up the suitcase next to her bed and picked up the sling bikini she set on the bed.  "You'll bother the other guests.  We're taking a vacation for a change of atmosphere but that doesn't mean you can act like a child."

"Sorry Mom..."  The light brunette apologized, quickly closing the door as she saw she mother reach back to unzip her dress.  "But get this, apparently this resort has become a sort of hot-spot for W.I.S.E. victims so they've done so renovations to accommodate the little things.  There are a bunch of them running around, and I found this too!"  She explained, holding up a flier for her mother to read.

"Oh?  Let's see."  The woman said, getting closer to read the flier as she slipped into her bikini.  "Hmm, '...special rates for those whose spouse was affected in the Worldwide Indiscriminate Shrinking Epidemic... reignite lost passion... a wonderful atmosphere to interact with like minded individuals...', really?  We came here to relax and recuperate.  It's been a few month since..."

"Since Dad died?"  Tori asked in a gentle, somber tone as the weight of reality sunk in again.

"Yes..."  The blonde replied, sighing heavily with a forlorn expression.  "But now we have watch were we step and sit because this resort is infested with W.I.S.E.men?"  She added, frustrated that she wouldn't be able to enjoy her vacation with her daughter like she had planned.

Smiling, Tori held up the flier again and pointed to some fine print on the bottom.  "Not quite.  Families and spouses are responsible for keeping track of any W.I.S.E.men they bring and neither the resort nor any of the other guests can be held responsible for the W.I.S.E.men's wellbeing."  She explained excitedly.  "I think Imma go see if I can find a W.I.S.E.man to 'play' with."

"Well that'll make this trip a bit more entertaining to say the least."  The mother agreed, smiling wickedly as she adjusted the string of her thong and gave her tight, round ass a tap.  "Okay sweetie, you go have some fun.  I've loaded some funds on you're bracelet but I want us to at least have supper together, okay?"  She asked, pulling her daughter in for a hug.

"Sure thing."  Tori replied, hugging her mother back.  "And thanks Mom.  You know that even without Dad around I don't feel lonely because of you, right?"

"Thanks sweetie, now go find some W.I.S.E.men."  She said, letting her daugther go.  "I love you Tori."

"Love you too."  Tori replied as she left the room.

"Well, time to hit the pool."  The blonde thought aloud, grabbing a small bag as she also left the room.

It was a wonderful day to lounge around a pool, and the blonde woman was pleased at all the heads she was turning as she sunbathed in her sling bikini.  Despite being in her late 30's she was the focus of plenty of young men and women, though most of the women were just jealous that their significant other was checking her out.  She did notice the unusually high amount of W.I.S.E.men about of various ages, most walking around like regular folk, unconcerned or unafraid for their own safety.  The most fearless ones she encountered were two little boys, far too young to be interested in her womanly charms, crawling around under her pool chair.  They each made a comment about how her bathing suit was too small and her 'big butt', as they called it, was 'eating' it.  Annoyed, she was about to grab the youths and show them just how hungry her 'big butt' could get when a normal size teen girl, their sister, come to collect them and apologized.

She mood slightly soured, the blonde beauty accepted the apology on the boys behalf but no longer wanted to hang out by the pool.  On her way back to her room however, in a far corner of the pool area near the exit she happened to hear something that caught her attention.

"No, no sweetie.  A swear, I wasn't staring at her."  A man, barely out of his teens by the sound of it, defended.  "I told you, you're the only girl for me, W.I.S.E. or not."

Looking in the direction of the voice, she saw a man with short brown hair sitting in a chair in swim trunks talking to a girl on his armrest less than 3 inches tall.  There was another shrunken girl on his other armrest who had similar features and hair color, likely a relative of some sort, who was trying to lay back and relax despite the arguing couple next to her.

Still, the man, while cute, wasn't quite the curvaceous blondes type so she was willing to settle with inciting a little jealousy in the little wife and leave well enough alone... until.

"Yes, compared to you, she might as well be a man."  The man agreed, nodding politely and repeatedly.  "Like a 4 or a 5.  You're a perfect 10."

That was inexcusable.

"Sarah, we came here to work through our problems.  I don't care that you're only 3 inches tall, I married you because I want to spend the rest of my life with you."  The man confessed.

"Yeah, as a damn pet or something I bet!"  The shrunken wife argued back.  "I'm just a novelty to you now, a little pet wife you can show off until you find yourself a real woman."

"What have I ever done to make you think th-?"  The man began to ask as a person approached and caught his attention.

"Oh, um, excuse me but is this seat taken?"  Asked the blonde mother in her sling bikini, bending over to show off her ample cleavage while lower her sunglasses with one hand and pointing next to the man with her other.

"Huh?  Er, I mean, no.  Not at all, please help yourself."  The man replied, glancing at the attractive woman a couple times before looking back to his wife.  "Can we talk about this either later or back in our room?  This is neither the time nor the place for this."  He asked, trying to appease the tiny girl as the skimpily dressed woman moved to sit in what he had assumed was going to be the seat next to him.  However, the beautiful blonde merely set her bag in the adjacent chair and opted to plant her shapely rear on the man's armrest, right on the other girl!

"Oh, you're quite the handsome young stud."  The blonde complimented, resting a hand on his less that developed chest and leaned in close.  A smile spread across her face as she felt the tiny girl she just sat on begin to trash about in panic.  "I'm Sandra, may I have your name?"  She whispered.

"Er... ah... I, I'm... I mean, my name is..."  The man stumble with his words, his brain unable to make sense of what was currently happening.

"Gregory!  Not only am I right HERE, that bitch is sitting on MY SISTER!"  Sarah yelled at the top of her tiny lungs, snapping her husband back to reality.

"What?  Oh, right.  I'm sorry, Sandra was it?"  Gregory started, trying to get control over the situation.

"Call me Sandy."  She insisted, reaching up and turning his face to look at hers.  "Oh, my, god... seriously?  His name is Gregory?  How lame!"  She thought, forcing herself to continue.

"A-alright."  The nervous man replied, chuckling slightly.  "Well, Sandy, I don't know if you noticed, but my sister-in-law was resting where you are currently sitting.  Would you mind getting off her and sitting in your seat properly?"  He asked politely.

"Oh my!  I am so very sorry."  Sandra apologized, feigning sincerity as she quickly stood up and turned to look where she was sitting.  "How utterly insensitiv- huh?  Oh, Greg, you kidder."  She giggled seeing the armrest free of any W.I.S.E.men.  Innocently crossing her arms behind her back, she deftly pulled the string of her thong out from behind her little anal guest and allowed it to shove the tiny girl even further into her ass crack.

"Huh?  She was just here a moment ago!"  Greg said.  "Did she see you about to sit and jump off?"  He asked, looking around the ground for her.

"Are you serious!?"  Sarah yelled in disbelief, slapping her forehead.  "She obviously got shoved in that fat ass of hers!"  She accused, pointing at Sandra angrily.

"Sarah!  That's not nice to say."  The young husband quickly said.  "If Sandra did sit on Ashley I think she would have noticed before we said anything."

"Maybe she likes feeling my little sister struggling in her ass and isn't telling us!"  Sarah argued.

"Or maybe she was there and left without either of you noticing?"  She offered, knowing full well the tiny girl was desperately trying to escape from her large rear.

"Well then, why don't you prove it then?"  Sarah challenged.  "Turn around and spread your ass.  When my sister falls out, we'll know you were lying!"

Crossing her arms under her chest with an unamused look on her face, Sandra turned and sat right on Gregory's lap and brought her face inches away from Sarah.

"Hey, hey, hey!"  Gregory protested, trying to lift Sandra off his lap but she grinded her ass into him, wedging his hardening member between her soft, warm cheeks.  If he wasn't so embarrassed by his unwilling arousal he might have felt Ashley's body as his dick slammed into her and shoved her as deep into Sandra's ass as she could go.

"How about this?  We'll let Greg spread them for me, since he obviously doesn't have much of you to get a hold of, and if you're right and your sister does fall out I'll not only apologize to both you and her, I'll spend the rest of your vacation here as your personal maid."  Sandra countered, raising the stakes while ignoring Greg's protests.  "You can order me around, humiliate me,  make me do anything legal you want, but... if you don't find her in my gorgeous backside, you have to do something for me."

The two women stared at each other as Sarah considered Sandra's offer.  She considered having the arrogant slut crawl around on all fours taxiing her and her sister around, forcing her to wag her ass at any man that wanted a piece of it and laughing while she begged for mercy.  The fact that Sandra was also currently sitting in her Gregory's lap didn't help Sarah think rationally either.

"N-now hold o-on a second."  Greg tried to say again but the pleasant feeling from his crotch caused him to stumble on his words.  "Sarah, let's think about this of a minute."

"Why?  So you can enjoy yourself some more?  You'll blow your load all over her fat ass before a minute's up!"  Sarah spat back, infuriated that her husband was being giving a lap dance right in front of her!  "You're on!  Just do it Greg!  Grab this bitch's ass and get my sister out of there.  RIGHT NOW!"  She ordered, stomping angrily.

Standing up, Sandra bent over slightly with a satisfied smile and shoved her shapely rear closer to Greg's face.  "Take your time, Greggy."  She said seductively, swaying her hips from side to side to entice the young man.

Much to his mental chagrin, Greg's manhood was already at full mast just looking at Sandra highly attractive ass so close to his face.  Gulping audibly, the potent scent of the beautiful woman's pheromones only served to make him even harder, almost to the point of hurting.  His eyes traced Sandra's hip motions as he stared transfixed on Sandra's ass for longer than he intended without making any indication that he was actually going to do as was required of him.  "Wow...  I can't believe such a beautiful is doing something like this for me.  Sarah's butt was nice and all before the W.I.S.E. happened, but this is grade A stuff.  Hell, it'd be worth shrinking just to get sat on by an ass this perfect..."  He thought to himself until he felt a sharp pinch on his dick.  "Ouch!"  He cried out, looking down at his crotch to see Sarah looking at him with a very disapproving scowl.

"Any day now..."  Sarah scolded.

Sandra looked on in mild amusement at the couple's little spat.  Sarah, not even 3 inches tall by the look of it, was still taller than Greg's erect member.  But most hilarious was how Sarah, who likely was the one in control of their relationship before getting shrunk, thought she could boss around normal people.  "You know Greg, you don't have to listen to her."  She suggested with a gentle, caring tone, looking back at him with sympathetic eyes.  "I'm sure she was different before the W.I.S.E., but right now she's being pretty abusive towards you.  You do realize that you're at least 20 times her size, right?  She can't hurt you anymore."

"Oh, shut the fuck up you bitch!"  Sarah replied, flipping Sandra off.  "How I treat my husband is none of your concern you hussy!  Now Greg, quit ogling this bitch's fat ass already.  I'm going to make her regret getting me pissed off."

"Y-yes dear..."  Greg said sheepishly, looking at Sandra with a submissive smile.  "It's not this bad usually, she's just upset is all."  He assured her.  "Besides, I like a woman who can take control."  He admitted, reaching up and grabbing a handful of Sandra's butt flesh with each hand.  Slowly he peeled the globes of flesh apart, Sarah quickly climbing up to his shoulder to watch the big reveal, searching for the missing Ashley.

"C'mon Greg, at least try to pretend like you are concerned with Ashley's well being more than copping a feel!"  Sarah accused, becoming angrier when she couldn't find her missing sister.

As soon as Greg saw a glimpse of Sandra's thong buried deep in her crack, however, he released his hold and let the two masses slap back together.  "See Sarah, there was no sign of Ashley.  We're sorry for the trouble, Sandy."  He apologized, breathing a sigh of relief, nervous because just before he let go of beautiful blonde's rear he caught a glimpse of the edge of her delicate pucker and freaked out as his nerves got the better of him.

"Wow!  That was close!"  Sandra thought, also relaxing from the nerve racking experience.  "A second longer and they definitely would have seen her."  Thankful that Greg was such a wimp, she turned and smiled to him.  "Not at all cutie, you're very gentle with your hands."

Blushing and chuckling in embarrassment, Greg broke eye contact with Sandra.  "Than-"

"Shut it Greg!"  Once again, Sarah interrupted Greg and glared at Sandra.  "And don't apologize for me!  Still, fine, I guess you didn't sit on my sister with that fat ass of yours, but you could have since you seem like a bimbo anyway."  She said, making no attempt to apologize for her behaviour.  "Whatever, I'm done with this.  Greg, let's head back to our room, now!  Ashley can find her own way back if she's just going to take off without telling us."  The tiny girl ordered, sitting down on her husband's shoulder.

"Sarah, we can't just leave Ashley like that."  Greg tried to reason with his shrunken wife.  "I'm sure she'll be back any moment now."

"No, and don't make me repeat myself."  Sarah said definitively.

"If you want, I'd be willing to bring Ashley back to you when she comes back."  Sandra offered, smiling to Greg.  "I'd hate to think about what could happen to the poor thing otherwise."

"Really?  Oh, thank you Sandy."  Greg said, standing up and gathering his belongings.  "We're in room 607, you're a lifesaver."  He explained, bowing politely before running off before his wife got any more upset.

As she watched Greg disappear through the doors to the resort, she smiled as she slowly sat down and reached deep into the crack of her ass and plucked her tiny acquisition from her thong.  Holding up the tiny girl, who began coughing and panting for fresh air, Sandra inspected her for a moment and laid back in the chair before addressing her.  "Well then, I know your name, little Assley, but I doubt you were able to hear much from the confines of my lovely derriere, so I suppose I'll at the very least introduce myself.  You will refer to me as... Goddess."

It had been a great week.  Getting to come to such a fancy resort was, of course, great but getting to come for free?  Even better!  Sure, she technically stowaway in Greg's checked luggage which was no picnic, but now that she was here they couldn't just send her back so she got to stick around.  The beaches were great, the water warm and crystal clear and there was no shortage of cute, albeit way too big, guys.  The down side was having to listen to her big sister yell and be a total bitch towards her nice and gentle husband.  A husband who, despite all the shit her sister put him through, was still trying to get there marriage to work out.

Sadly for Greg all of his hard work had been not naught, since Sarah can be a massive bitch all the time and they were set to leave first thing tomorrow morning.  So there she was, trying to block out the arguing couple as she relaxed in the armrest of their chair, soaking up the sun when something cast its shadow over her.  Patiently, she waited a moment for the shadow to pass, hearing some lady with a beautiful voice ask if she could take a seat, before opening her eyes and seeing a large, tight, perfect female ass hovering over her and closing in fast.

She was stunned for a moment at the marvel before her, at how smooth the supple skin looked and how it was free of tan lines.  This was the type of ass all girls wanted, the kind that captured the attention of every hunk who saw it and made all other girls jealous it even existed.  However, that moment passed rather quickly once she realized she was currently lying in ground zero as an avalanche of butt flesh was about to consume her!  Raising her hands as if to hold the overwhelming tide at bay, the girl didn't even get a chance to make a sound before she found herself in between the very cheeks she had just been admiring.  It was hot, it was stuffy, it had a heavy, feminine odor and yet... it wasn't all too unpleasant.  The girl just thanked her lucky stars she wasn't located right on the woman's rectum and that there as a, albeit thin, strip of fabric between her and the deeper parts of this lady's rear end.

"Okay, okay... this isn't the end of the world."  The girl thought, her body resisting the crushing forces all around her.  "She just didn't see me... But she's got to notice I'm here now, right?"  Wiggling as best she could to alert the woman of her presence, the tiny girl felt her heart soar when the woman stood up even if she had gotten so far in the stranger's ass, at least she'd get out soon.  That hope was dashed, however, when she felt the woman pick the thong out of her ass and let it snap back trapping her beneath it!  "Oh no!  No, no, no, no, no!"  The tiny girl began to panic, realizing right away that the butt she was riding up belonged to, at the very least, someone who messed with W.I.S.E. victims.  "This is bad, I... I don't think I... can get free by myself!"  The girl freaked out, trying to move in anyway but was held in place by the massive glutes on either side of her.

As if things couldn't get any worse, the tiny girl was then subjected to strong g-forces and was pressed even deeper into the unidentified woman's rear as the bathing suit stretched tight behind her.  For all she could tell, the girl's tormentor must have turned around to take a seat, but when a foreign object slammed into the back of her she was confused for only a moment.  The cylindrical mass was warm and soft, but after the woman grinded and flexed her marshmallowy bottom on it it quickly heated up and got harder!  "Is... is she grinding some guy's dick!  Oh god, is this Greg's!"  She thought, bewildered but also kind of turned on now.  This wasn't the first time she had gotten close to her brother-in-laws genitals, she had more than a crush on him and would often sneak into his bed to play with him while he was asleep, one of the many perks she found from being only a couple inches tall.  Forgetting her predicament for a moment, the girl allowed the rising heat behind her spread to her body and enjoy feeling Greg's pulse through his manhood.

Her enjoyment was short lived however, as the woman's ass, and her along with it, rose again from the phallus she was pressed against.  She assumed the woman then bent over, as the thong stretched even tighter behind her, making her sink into the flesh wall at the deepest depths of for captor's ass.  The woman then began swaying her hips from side to side, which wasn't so bad since it was slow enough to not cause motion sickness.  "What is even happening?  Why are Sarah and Greg letting this woman toy with me like this?"  She wondered as the women stopped moving and the pressure of her massive ass cheeks began to let up.  For a brief moment, the girl felt light filter through the dark thong trapping her, and a fresh breeze clear out a tiny portion of the heavy atmosphere she had been subjected to.

She didn't know who or why but someone was spreading this woman's ass cheeks, which the tiny girl welcomed as the soft, spongy flesh was beginning to perspire.  Then, there was hope!  "C'mon Greg, at least try to pretend like you are concerned with Ashley's well being more than copping a feel!"  It was Sarah's voice!  They were looking for her!

Overjoyed, Ashley struggled for all she could to make it easier to be found.  She opened her mouth to scream for help, but before she could utter a single syllable, the two mountains of ass meat came crashing back together around her!  Once more she was consumed and buried in this stranger's butt, light and fresh air lost, and to make matters worse her mouth was filled with the woman's sweaty ass.  Unable to close her mouth, Ashley's tongue was forced to rub the warm flesh, making her taste the salty sweat as the woman stood back up and moved around a bit.  "No!  Greg!  Sarah!  Didn't you see me?  Help me!"  She begged and pleaded, any verbal cries she muttered unable to escape the woman's butt.

After a  couple more moments, despair setting in as Ashley realized she couldn't escape on her own, a pair of fingers squirmed their way into the woman's butt crack, beneath the thong and plucked Ashley from her prison!  Finally free of the stuffy prison of a stranger's ass, Ashley coughed up all the stale, tainted air that had filled her lungs and started drawing deep breaths of fresh, clean air.

"Well then, I know your name, little Assley, but I doubt you were able to hear much from the confines of my lovely derriere, so I suppose I'll at the very least introduce myself."  A booming, confident, playful voice addressed her.  Looking around, Ashley saw what she could only assume to be the owner of the ass she was just sat on by and that her sister and Greg were nowhere to be seen.  Reclined in the seat that Greg had been sitting in, the blonde beauty was clad in a borderline safe sling bikini, the straps of which were barely able to cover her areolas and bit into her flesh.  Like her rear, the woman's chest was ample and looked impossibly soft for a woman who Ashley figured was in her mid 20s and even as a girl herself she found the woman's slim waist and wide hips enticing.  This woman was definitely beautiful, there was no other way to describe such lustrous, toned flesh, long legs and from personal experience, soft but firm ass.  But Ashley also knew better than to be trick by this woman's appearance, even if she hadn't been toyed with by this sadistic, domineering woman, just the fact that she so nonchalantly and unapologetically referred to her time in the woman's butt like it was natural was enough to indicate exactly how this woman viewed W.I.S.E.men, but calling her 'Assley', that all but confirmed it in her mind.  This woman was trouble.  "You will refer to me as... Goddess."

"Y-y-yes... Goddess..."

Sandra smiled initially after seeing the fearful obedience from the girl in her hand, though there was something missing from their exchange that left her slightly disappointed.  "Oh?  No protests, demands, or pointless threats?  Kinda takes some of the fun out of this."  She replied.  "You W.I.S.E.men are usually so... spirited.  C'mon, I know you must have hated being buried in my pretty little tush, or want me to return you to your family.  Right?"

"W-well, actually yes Miss Goddess."  Ashley answered honestly, afraid that any of the horror stories she had heard about what normal sized people would do to W.I.S.E. victims may soon happen to her.  "My sister and brother-in-law will be leaving tomorrow, so if you would be so kind, would it be too much to ask that you return me before then?"

Raising an eyebrow, Sandra was slightly confused both by the tiny girl's mannerisms and request.  "By tomorrow?  Not right now?  You realize now I know that if I hold onto you for 24 hours nobody will know where to start looking for you, right?"  Leaning back in her chair, Sandra didn't let up her authoritative presence, but allowed her menace to slowly fade.

"Y-yes, I am aware."  Ashley replied, timidly nodding.  "I'm just hoping you'll get bored of me before then and, preferably, not kill me..."  She explained, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes.

"Interesting idea, but why would I return you at all?  I'll admit I already like you better than that annoyance of a sister you have, my condolences by the way, but I've had you under my rear and mistreated you.  If I let you go, you could pursue legal actions against me."  Sandra reasoned back.

"I know you have no reason to trust me, Goddess, but I won't tell anyone about what happened.  I swear."  Ashley said, trying to convince her captor.  "I didn't even mind it really, just the not knowing if I'd get hurt or out was terrifying.  Like you said, you have a very pleasant and beautiful bum!"

"Oh you tease."  Sandra giggled.  She liked being complimented, and this was the first time a W.I.S.E.man was so compliant after she messed with them.  "I could always put you back if you want.  But no, I have other matters to attend to."  She stated, standing up.

"Other matters, Goddess?"  Ashley asked, apprehensive about her fate.

"Yes dear, I promised Greg and your sister I'd bring you back to their room when I found you."  The blonde replied with a sweet smile.  "Whether I leave you there or not will depend on my mood, got it?"  She asked, heading for the door Greg left through.

"Yes Goddess!  Thank you so much!"  Ashley cheered, happy Sandra wasn't going to outright kill her at the very least.

"Good, now hang on tight.  My bathing suit is a little tight so if you fall down too far... well I know I'd like it."  Sandra joked, slipping Ashley into the front 'V' of her bikini as she went.

Sarah, not needing to be told twice, held on for dear life as her 'Goddess' heading into the resort.  Sadly though, she didn't have the strength and slipped further and further down before they even made it into the resort.

Happy with the turn of events, Sandra headed towards Greg's room, making sure to add a bit of extra bounce to her step to jostle Ashley towards her crotch.  As she passed through the lobby, an item in the gift shop caught her eye, so she stopped by to make a purchase before heading to her destination.

"Sarah, please can we just talk about this?  I love you and want to spend our lives together."  Greg pleaded to her shrunken wife.  He sat on the floor and set her on the bed so they could look each other in the eye as they talked.

"No Greg!  I'm not going to just be some pet to a pathetic man like you!"  Sarah replied, staring him down.  "When we get back, you're signing the fucking divorce papers and leaving me the hell alone.  I'll find a new man, one who treats me like a fucking equal and live a happy life."

"But, but, but... I don't think of you as a pet.  You're my wife."  Greg defended weakly.  "I promised to make you happy, to honor, protect and love you."

"Oh, cut the fucking crap you pansy!  I told you it's over."  Sarah snapped.  "I only married you because I could-!"  She began to admit before getting cut off.

Knock!  Knock!  Knock!

"Excuse me... Greg?  It's Sandy, I found Ashley."  Sandra's voice called from the other side of the door.  "Could you open the door please?"

Rolling her eyes and letting out a long, irritated sigh, Sarah glared at Greg and pointed at the door.  "Finally!  Go get my fucking stupid sister and send that hussy away.  Right now!"  She ordered.

"Yes dear..."  Greg replied, heartbroken.  Coming to this resort had been very draining on his wallet, even after he had been picking up extra shifts and overtime to afford it, and this was the thanks he gets?

Sure, if Sarah truly doesn't want to be with him anymore, if his gestures and attempts to fix a relationship she doesn't want to maintain were that annoying she could just tell him.  But she didn't have to be so mean about it.  She didn't even think  about trying to patch things up, despite telling him she would after he told her about the trip which happened to be the same time she told him she wanted to get a divorce in the first place.  He didn't want to admit it, but Sarah was definitely taking advantage of him.

Opening the door, Greg saw Sandra standing in the hall smiling back at him.  "Thank you so much Sandr- Sandy, we were really worried about Ashley."  He stated, looking her over to find his sister-in-law and then to the floor when he couldn't find her.  "Uh, where is she?"

"Why she's right he-!  Oh my goodness!  Ashley, sweetie I told you to hold on tight."  Sandra exclaimed, motioning to where she had placed Ashley only to 'just notice' the girl had slipped down her bikini.  "Oh, this is so embarrassing... um, can I come in for a moment?  I'd rather not... 'retrieve' her in the hallway."  She asked, looking up and down the corridor while placing a hand over the crotch.

"What?  Oh.  Oh!  Ah, yes.  Please do."  Greg replied, realizing what must have happened.  Stepping aside and opening the door fully he allowed Sandra to enter before closing the door.  "Um, if you don't mind me asking Sandy, why is Ashley in your... your..."

"I'm so sorry.  I don't handle W.I.S.E.men often and didn't want to hurt her.  Honestly it was just a playful joke, but I guess it went a little to far."  Sandra explained, reaching into her bikini and pulling a slightly wet Ashley free.  "At least we're both girls.  Makes it a little less awkward, right Ashley?"  She asked, implying the girl to follow her lead.

"Haha, y-yeah."  The tiny girl replied nervously.

"Great.  Now get out."  Sarah said curtly, glaring at Sandra.

"Oh, but I was hoping to get to know Greg a bit better."  Sandra pouted, setting Ashley on the dresser opposite to the beds.  "Ashley tells me you're leaving in the morning, is that true?"  She asked, stepping in close to Greg.

"Fucking take a hint and leave already!  Stop flirting with a married man you giant, fat assed, saggy titted bitch!"  Sarah yelled, having enough of Sandra's attitude.

"Oh?  Really?"  Sandra asked, turning to face Sarah with a dark smile.  "While I make it a habit to not eavesdrop on other people's personal conversations, when you yell as, surprisingly, loud as you do it's hard to not hear what you say."  She stated, walking over to Sarah but not extending the courtesy of crouching down to her level.  Instead, Sandra forced Sarah to crane her neck back and stare up at her, past her crotch and through her breasts and she looked down on the tiny woman with smug ease.  "And I'm pretty sure you said you're divorcing cute, little Greggy."

"So?  He didn't sign the fucking papers yet.  I told him he could wait until we got back from this vacation."  Sarah retorted, not willing to back down at all on this.  "Greg!  Throw this bitch out of here.  Right NOW!"

"Y-yes dear!"  Greg replied, walking over to Sandra.

However, just as Greg was about to grab Sandra's arms, the woman turned fully to face him and exuded her confident, domineering aura.  "Sit Greg."  She said in a mild, even toned voice.

It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order, though it wasn't the phrasing of it that made it so.  Greg felt it rather than heard it and instantly he sat on the floor and stared up at Sandra without even realizing it.  Confused, Greg just stared blanking, waiting for Sandra to speak next.  "Huh?"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING GREG!"  Sarah lost her mind, stomping over to the edge of the bed in disbelief.  "DON'T DO AS THIS SLUT SAYS!  YOU'RE STILL MY HUSBAND AND YOU WILL DO AS I SAY, YOU FUCKING USEL-!"

"Shut your mouth.  Now."  Sandra stated, still in an level volume, though her expression was anything but.  She glared down at Sarah with eyes fill with outrage, but said nothing more.

Sarah, for once, was unable to replied.  She was seized with terror and paralyzed by Sandra's gaze.  Her knees buckled and she fell back on her ass she her body trembled.

"Good.  Now then."  Sandra said contently, turning back to Greg smiling.  Bending over, she lowered her face and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him to meet her.  She kissed him deeply and passionately, knowing all the ways to make a man's mind melt and held him captive for a full minute before releasing him.  She giggled as she admired her handywork, Greg was now putty in her hands.  Glancing back to Sarah, she smirked and motioned towards where the tiny girl was still sitting.  "May I?"

"Be my guest."  Greg replied absentmindedly, looking to where Sandra motioned to just in time to see his wife disappear under Sandra's glorious butt.  "Ah!  Sarah!"  He cried out, snapping back to his senses and reaching out.

"Greg, sit and listen."  Again, Sandra used her commanding presence to make the words bind Greg's actions to her will, and she was enjoying the struggle on his face to fight listening to her.  Still, in the end he would, she knew it and so did he.  "Greg, hand me Ashley."  She ordered, wiggling in place to shift Sarah closer to her butt crack.  Greg obeyed, picking up Ashley, who didn't even try to resist, from the dresser and held her out.  "Thank you."  The blonde said, taking the shrunken girl and holding her up to Greg.  "Now Greg, you need to understand something.  These are not people.  You cannot marry them, nor can you have a romantic relationship with them.  They are simply toys for our pleasure.  Do you understand?"  She explained, slipping Ashley under the strap over one of her nipples.  "They shrunk to serve us however we want.  Sarah isn't your wife.  She was right in thinking she was your pet."

"But I love her."  Greg protested softly.

"And I loved Ranger, my dog when I was a kid."  Sandra countered.  "But unlike a dog, what use is Sarah?  Can she fulfill any role a normal wife can?"  She motioned for Greg to lean forwards and and placed her hands on either side of his face.  Slowly, she pulled his face into her breast, positioning his mouth in front of the nipple Ashley was trapped against.  "How long has it been since you got to play with a, well I suppose mine are slightly bigger than average size, but how long has it been Greggy?"  She asked seductively.

"I... I don't..."  He began to replied before Sandra pushed her clothed nipple, and Ashley along with it, into Greg's mouth.

"Shhh, lick, suck, enjoy."  She encouraged, pulling the submissive man up onto the bed as she laid back and enjoyed Sarah's freakout under her butt.  "Mmm, good boy.  Pull little Ashley out, and bring her here."  She said pointing to her mouth, scooting up on the bed leaving Sarah gasping for air.

Greg obediently followed Sandra's lead, forgetting to look for his wife, and slipped his tongue under the string bikini holding his sister-in-law in place.  Pulling Ashley into his mouth, Greg was slightly hesitant as he brought his face up to Sandra's.

Seeing his concerns in his expression Sandra smiled and pulled him in for a kiss, deftly scooping Ashley out of his mouth and into hers.  After ending the kiss, Sandra playfully pushed Greg off her to the side and sat up straight, pulling Ashley out of her mouth as she did.  "Oh, don't worry.  I'm not going to eat her or anything."  She teased, holding the tiny girl in front of her toned stomach for scale.  "Though she would fit in one piece."  She added with a giggle.

"That is it!  Abuse.  Neglect.  Infidelity!  Oh, when we get back I am going to sue you for all you're worth Greg!  Mark my words!"  Sarah yelled, having gathered her wits after being sat on.  "And you!  Let go of my sister or else you will be sorry you fucking whore!"

"Sarah, please don't upset Miss Goddess."  Ashley quickly begged, her life literally in Sandra's hands.

"Goddess?!"  The tiny wife mocked, laughing uncontrollably as Sandra got up and set Ashley on the night table next to the bed.  "I bet it's a nice little boost to your ego, eh Miss Fat Assed Goddess?"  She asked as Sandra picked up a bag from the gift shop and pulled out a jar half filled with sand.  "I bet you paid for that 'Goddess'-like whore body too didn'- gah!"

Tired of Sarah's tirade and with a disinterested sigh, Sandra turned and 'lightly' backhanded the tiny, sending her flying into a wall a short distance.  "God, you just don't understand anything, do you?"  She asked the girl, walking over to Sarah's hurting but unbroken body.

"Sarah!"  Both Greg and Ashley cry out in concern.

"Calm down you two, she's not dead."  Sandra explained, picking Sarah up and dropping her into the jar of sand.  "Now, Greg, strip."  She stated, setting the jar on the night table with Ashley.

"W-what?"  The man said, excited and confused in equal measure but slightly hesitant after seeing what Sandra had done to his wife.

Easily slipping her strips of clothing passing as a bathing suit off, Sandra confidently crawled back onto the bed, her ample breasts swaying as she moved.  Slipping a hand up his shorts, she giggled as she stroked his manhood and licked her lips seductively.  "I am going to remind you what a woman feels like."  She enticed, using her other hand to unbutton his floral dress shirt.

Forgetting himself to pleasure, Greg didn't even realize how quickly and skillfully Sandra was able to remove his clothing until she had pulled his shorts and underwear off and tossed them off the bed.  "W-w-wait a second!"  He protested catching a glance of Sarah and Ashley on the night table.  Ashley was (poorly) covering her eyes while staring at his shaft in embarrassment, though he could see her smiling slightly.  Sarah, on the other hand, was getting her bearings from within her new confines, unable to reach the rim of the jar to pull herself out.  "We can't do this Sandy."

"Oh?  Are you sure about that Greggy?"  Sandra asked, licking the tip of his dick playful.  She glanced at Sarah and Ashley as she played with herself, the idea of fucking some other woman's husband while she watched on in humiliation turned her on more than she ever thought it would.  "Let's show her just how unqualified to be your wife she really is."  She suggested, mounting him properly and spreading her womanhood to drip her lust down onto his member.  "Now, tell me you want to be inside of me.  Lift you waist and pierce me to the base and I'll show you pleasure like she never could.  I'll have you howling like mad and you'll forget all about that little bitch, and after everything is done we'll have her do the only useful thing she can for you and lick my juices off your dick."  She said, tempting Greg into action by hovering her drooling pussy close enough to the head of his member he could feel the heat.

"Greg!  Throw that whore off of you right now!"  Sarah screamed, realizing she couldn't get out of the jar by herself.  "You've always been a pathetic excuse of a man, but are you really going to cheat on your wife with some bitch you just met?  Then again I'd expect as much from a loser like you.  Wagging your tail for any bitch in heat, and why?  Just cause you can't fit your tiny dick in me anymore?  God you're fucking pathetic!  I knew marrying you was a mista-"

"If you don't shut your mouth right this instant I'll show you to my stomach you lower life form."  Sandra stated, cutting Sarah off with a gaze that showed no sign of the playfulness she previously exhibited.  "I'll turn you into shit and never think of you again.  Is that how you want your legacy to end?  As a literal pile of shit that got flushed any like any other?"  She asked, cold and unfeeling, though smiled when the tiny girl in the jar jittery shook her head, petrified with terror.  "Good, now watch as I take you husband for a ride.  Greg, waist up.  Now."  She ordered, pointing to his waist and flicking her finger skyward.

"Yes ma'am!"  The awestruck man replied, enamored by the commanding presence and force of authority Sandra emitted to even try to disobey.  Without hesitation he arced his back and sunk his dick into the blonde's waiting pussy.  "Oh sweet Mother of God..."  He said as he felt the warmth of a woman's embrace for the first time in years, let alone Sandra's being far better than any he had experienced before.  Pleasure washing throughout his entire body, he fell back onto the bed, but Sandra took advantage of the opportunity and slammed her self down with him, squeezing her vaginal muscles tight and twisting her hips.  "Oh God!  This is leagues better than Sarah!"  He exclaimed without thinking.

Giggling to herself in victory, Sandra looked over at Sarah again to see the tiny girl stare in shock and fall to her knees.  She leaned against the glass as tears started to stream down her face, audibles cries dying in her throat.  "Oh, I would hope so Greg.  Afterall, Sarah is just a little thing, not even human."  Sandra encouraged, bouncing up and down on his stiff member while pushing down on his chest.

"No, even before that.  Oh my!  It feels amazing!"  Greg explained, moaning in euphoria as Sandra's riding took him to new heights of pleasure.  "Better than when she was my wife!"

"Oh my, did you say 'was' Greg?"  Sandra teased, slowing to an agonizing (for him at least) near stand still.  "Wasn't she still your wife?  If not, what is she to you now?"

"Wh-what are you doing?  Faster, please go faster."  He begged, trying to move his hips but she responded by pressing hers down on him.

"Answer the question Greg."  Sandra ordered, looking at Sarah rather than him.  "What is that to you?  Your wife, or...?"

"She... she's..."  Greg said, desperate for pleasure but struggling internally.  "Just a pet!  It's nothing but a pet to me, I swear so please, please keep fucking me!"

That seemed to break Sarah, and Sandra loved watching her process what was just confirmed for her.  She figured the reason Sarah had been so irritable was that she picked up on Gregory's subconscious treatment of her and this confirmation was the straw that broke the camel's back.  Smiling wickedly, she reached into the jar and pulled Sarah out, placing her at the base of Greg's dick as she rose up.

"Well, you heard him little girl, nothing but a pet.  Bet you're happy to be vindicated, right?"  She asked, looking down at the shrunken girl.  "Still, are you really just going to lay there and let me get away with this?  Don't you want me to get off your man?  Or should I get him off instead?"  She asked, slowly lowering herself back down the length of Greg's shaft.  Suddenly, much to Greg's disappointment, Sandra stopped when two tiny hands rose up to meet her and attempt to lift her off Greg's dick.

"Get off my husband you BITCH!!!!"  Sarah hollered, pushing back against the massive weight of the blonde giantess with all her might.  To Greg and Ashley's surprise, Sarah's efforts were paying off and Sandra's body seemed to be rising bit by bit.  With her arms above her head, Sarah knew she'd be able to get Sandra off Greg's member, and pushed with everything she had as she was about to get the last few millimeters of the engorged phallus free.

Sandra, however, had other plans.  Effortlessly, she slammed herself back down to the base of Greg's dick, ground her hips a bit for good measure and then rode Greg hard for a couple second, battering, but not breaking, Sarah's tiny, helpless body with her mons pubis.  "C'mon!  What are you doing?"  She mocked, looking down on Sarah's pitiful form as she continued to ride Greg.  "You. Thought. A. Little. Pet. Like. You. Could. Stop. ME!?"  She demanded, slamming down with each word to drive her point home.  "You're. Nothing!  Come on!  Prove me wrong.  Prove. Me. Wrong!"  She said, grinding her body on the defenseless girl, delighting in the feeling.  "What?  Is my big, bad pussy too much for you?  Makes you look really pathetic, doesn't it?  Then again, you are pathetic.  I hope this teaches you something important though, little Sarah.  That people like Greg and I, hell the whole world really, know what you want to reject the most.  That. You. Are. No. Longer. A. Human. Being!"

Ashley looked on horrified by the sight as she watched her sister disappear between Greg and Sandra's bodies multiple time, while Greg only got all the harder by Sandra's show of dominance and ruthlessness.

Lifting her waist to look at the tiny girl huddled in the fetal position and covered in sexual excretions, Sandra put her hands on her hips and looked down at the defeated Sarah.  "Now, what are you?"

Sarah coughed a couple times now that the torment was over and looked up as the woman who so thoroughly beat her.  Her husband's dick still pierced the interlopers womanhood, just another victory she could flaunt in her face.  Without even the strength to move, Sarah stared blankly into Sandra's glee filled eye and forced out.  "A... a pet."  It cut deeper and hurt worse than any other torment the blonde giantess could have subjected her to.

"And who do you belong to?"  Sandra asked, raising an eyebrow.  She wasn't going to let her off that easily.

"G-Greg's pet..."  Sarah whimpered as more tears flowed from her eyes.  "A pathetic little pet completely reliant on her Master!"

"Good girl."  Sandra praised, dismounting Greg.  "There you go Greg.  I think she'll be a bit more obedient now."  She stated, grabbing Ashley off the night table and picking up her bikini.  "I'll take this one as my training fee and you can have that one finish you off and clean you up."

"W-wait!  You're just going to leave me like this?"  Greg asked, motioning to his throbbing dick.  "What can she do with this?  Are you unsatisfied with me because... because I'm small?"

"Well, that is part of it."  Sandra confirmed, nodding her head.  "Though you're really close to a nice length Greggy, I swear.  If only you could 'extend' it by just a few more inches..."  She added, trailing off as she stared at Sarah insistently.

Greg picked up on what Sandra implied and scooped up Sarah and stood her on top of his dick.  "How about now!"  He cried out desperately.

"Oh, perfect!"  Sandra exclaimed, dropping her bikini and climbing back onto the bed.  Hovering her pussy directly over Sarah's head, she opened her lips and allowed some of her juices to drip down onto the cowering girl.  "Aren't you a lucky little pet to help your Master like this?"  She teased with a snicker.

"Y-ye-!"

Sandra didn't care to listen to Sarah's reply and swallowed the girl and Greg's dick in one fluid motion.  "Mmmm!  I love it when they squirm!"  She commented, pumping her hips vigorously.  "You only get one shot Greg.  Understand?"  She explained, watching as the young man's expression contorted in pleasure.

"Yes."  He replied.

"Good, then cum for me!"  She ordered, slamming herself roughly on him to finish off.  Feeling his dick pulse and quiver, Sandra quickly dismounted Greg and let his ejaculation spray fruitlessly in the air.  Panting and slightly sweaty, Sandra composed herself and got off the bed.  "Oh my, you left your little pet inside of me."  She stated, feeling Sarah squirm inside of her tightening but ultimately unsatisfied sex.  "It's so I can remember you by, right?"  She asked, more as a statement than a question as she began to slip back into her bathing suit.

"Huh?  Oh, uh, yeah."  Greg replied, basking in the afterglow of the best orgasm he'd had in his life.  "B-but I'll need her back before I leave tomorrow.  Her family will worry, Ashley too."

Giggling, Sandra knelt down next to the bed and held up Ashley.  "Say good-bye Greg.  You got to fuck a girl like me, so I think giving me two toys in return as more than fair.  The world is a dangerous place after all, so who's to say Sarah didn't just disappear when you weren't watching?  Besides, since I won our little bet earlier she has to do something for me, and she won't be coming back when I'm done.  And Ashley?  Well she did run off once."  She outlined, slipping Ashley into her bikini again.  "Now say good-bye."

"Uh...  Good-bye Sarah, Ashley..."  He said, reaching out towards Ashley only to have his hand slapped away by Sandra.

"Good boy."  The blonde said, turning and wiggling her juicy butt in his face.  "I'll allow you to kiss it once.  As my good-bye to you."  She stated, bending over, spreading her cheeks and pulling her thong aside to reveal her pucking asshole.

Obediently, Greg leaned forward and buried his face and Sandra's soft, warm ass and pressed his lips against her tacky rosebud.  No sooner then his lips making contact, however, did Sandra release a poof of gas right in his face before hopping away laughing.

"Wow, too easy.  See you again never Greggy.  It was fun."  Sandra said, exiting the room and leaving Greg to contemplate and regret what he had just done.

"Aren't you a lucky little pet to help your Master like this?"  Sandra teased with a snicker, reveling in the fact that Greg just stood his wife on top of his dick just to continue fucking her.

"Y-ye-!"  Sarah didn't even get to fully reply as the giantess bombshell dropped, easily taking her and her husband's member into the drooling sex.  In an instant the tiny wife was covered head to toe in slimy secretions and squeezed from all sides by the surprisingly tight muscles of this stranger's vagina.  Her mouth also filled a bit with the natural lubricant and she was forced to swallow it to breathe, of which air was in short supply.  Both the pussy around her and the dick below her raditated a sweltering heat like she had never felt before.

"A-at least I can still feel-!"  Sarah tried to comfort herself, flexing her toes on Greg's sensitive head, when Sandra's mighty vaginal muscles gripped tight and lifted her off the invading phallus.  "NO!  GREG, PLEASE HELP ME!"  She cried, squirming and flailing about as she was slammed back down onto the submissive man's dick.  The resulting force pushed her deeper into Sandra's sex and by the next time the giantess slammed her hips down the tiny girl couldn't feel her husband's dick anymore!  "Please, please not like this!"  She begged as Sandra's pace increased.  She could hear her captor said something, likely more instructions to Greg, before slamming herself don't one last time with greater force.  Not only did the giantess grind her hips into the obedient young man, but she also clenched her love muscles in quick succession as if to milk an orgasm out of him.  "Greg!  Please don't!  Not in her!  Not on me!"  She cried, feeling a pulsing below her and knowing what as about to come.

However, before she could get drenched in her husband's satisfaction Sarah felt he entire world lift up before sitting back down.  She waited for a moment, feeling Sandra calm herself down and steady her breathing before realizing the giantess must have dismounted Greg just before he came.  "Get me out of here!  Please, please Greg, get me out!"  She pleaded, trying to push herself down toward the exit only to not only held tight, but forced even deeper still by Sandra's impressive muscle control.  "What!?  N-no!  No!  Not this!"  Sarah thought, while not knowing exactly what was happening outside of Sandra's body she could guess.  The way the blonde's muscles and orientation kept shifting, she knew that Sandra had no plans of letting her go and was instead getting ready to leave!  The final straw was when she felt a ripple pass through Sandra's body, likely a fart given the proximity and duration, and the tell tale signs of walking.  "Why?  Why is this happening to me!?  Was shrinking not enough?"  She asked, despair setting in as she felt Sandra leave the room.

As she exited Greg's room, Sandra quickly pulled little Ashley out from her nipple and held the door open just a crack with her foot.  Holding the tiny girl up, she smiled.

"Okay sweetie, I'll give you one of two options."  Sandra whispered softly.  "I'm a little peckish and could go for a little snack when I get back to my room but I don't feel like ordering room service if you know what I mean."  She explained, seeing the look of horror fall over Ashley's face.  "Luckily for me I have two little W.I.S.E.men I could choose from to snack on."  She said, patting over the delightful sensation in her crotch.  "So, I'll let you choose.  Would you rather I swallow you, or my little vibrator here?"  She asked finally.

"P-please, don't hurt my sister Goddess!"  Ashley cried out as tears poured down her face.  "Do what you want with me, just... just don't..."

"Awww, you are just a sweet little thing aren't you?  Much better than the bitch of a sister you had."  Sandra complimented, setting Ashley down in the doorway and nudging her into the room.  "This is my final order, little Ashley.  Go back to Greg, and live happily."  She said sweetly, pushing the shrunken girl fully in and letting the door close as she tried to turn back and likely plead for Sarah's return.

While W.I.S.E.men are usually small enough to slip under doorways, places that try to accommodate the shrunken victims make sure the more rambunctious ones aren't able to crawl into places they shouldn't be.

"I bet she'd taste really good too."  Sandra sighed, sauntering off back to her room.  There was one last thing she wanted to do with Sarah.

Stepping into her room, Sandra began to strip off her bikini before the door had even begun to close.  Leaving the barely functioning bathing suit where it fell, she climbed onto her bed and leaned back against the headboard.  Purring happily to herself, Sandra focused on pushing Sarah down her vaginal canal and onto her waiting hand.  She brought the exhausted and slimey shrunken girl up to eye level to inspect her living toy and giggled as Sarah labored to replace the musty, sex-laced air in her tiny lungs with fresh air.

"So, how'd you like my pretty pussy little mousey?"  Sandra teased, gloating in her conquest.

"Disgusting!  What the FUCK is wrong with you, you psycho bitch!"  Sarah snapped back, trying to wipe the thick layer of sexual juices off of her with little success.  "Where am I?  What are you planning now?"

Registering Sarah's defiant attitude, Sandra's mood quickly soured.  "Is she retarded or just that forgetful?"  She wondered, sighing as her playful demeanor was replaced with a sadistic indifference.  "What was that you worthless little bug?  Do you still think yourself my equal or something?  After I just had your ex-husband shove you up my cunt with his subpar dick?  Do you want me find some fat, greasy, hairy slob and drop you down his crack next?"  She threatened, closing her fist around Sarah's body easily.

"What!?  No, please!  Anything but that!"  Sarah pleaded, horrified by the prospect.

"Then I'll be gracious and give you a choice."  The blonde giantess replied with half a smile.  "I'm a bit hungry and I don't need two slaves.  So between you and your sister, who should I-"

"Ashley!  Please sate yourself with Ashley!  I... I don't want to die!"  Sarah interrupted, begging for her life without concern to what would happen to her little sister.

"Wow, you didn't even consider it."  Sandra said, grinning.  "Though I should let you know two things.  One: I offered sweet little Ashley the same deal and she didn't hesitate to try and save you, all she wanted was for you to be safe."  She explained, watching for some sign of remorse or regret to cross Sarah's face at thing new knowledge but the tiny woman only seemed relieved at the revelation.

"Well, I am her big sister.  I'd expect as much."  Sarah reasoned, nodding solemnly.

"And two: Upon hearing her answer I released her back into Greg's room, since I already decided I was going to breakdown your pathetic, useless body and give you a chance to add to my wonderful figure!"  Sandra added haughtily, watching Sarah's face contort into a look of pure terror and her body start to tremble uncontrollably.  "Your choice was actually in how I was going to 'eat' you.  Try to spare your sister and I'd let you keep a little dignity and swallow you with my mouth."  She further explained, opening her mouth wide and pointing to the hot, humid maw that would have accepted the tiny girl.  "But thankfully you responded exactly like I thought you would."  The blonde said, lowering Sarah between her legs and spreading her well developed ass cheeks with her free hand to expose her quivering rosebud.  "Like the piece of shit you are."

"No!  No, you can't!  Greg and Ashley!  They'll tell people what you did.  You'll be arrested!  This is murder!"  Sarah cried, trying to save herself.  But Sandra didn't seem to be interested in listening and began to slip Sarah's feet into her rectum without pause.  Sarah's eyes widened in panic as the tight tube of flesh greedily and readily accepted her feet and tried to wiggle free.  "Wait!  Wait just a minute!  I... I can... you could use me other ways!  Us W.I.S.E. victims generally trust each other, you know, as people in similar situations and what not.  I can bring you more people, how ever many you want, okay?  Just, just pull me free, please!"  She bargained as she was pushed further and further into the blonde beauty's dirtiest hole.  The wrinkled threshold of flesh slurped her up to her knees with no sign of slowing, which only made she freak out all the more.  As her waist neared the hot, pungent hole however, Sandra seemed to slow down a bit.

"Oh god.  You are more filling than you look."  The giantess stated, just holding Sarah in place for a bit to hear what else the tiny butt snack might say next.  Truth be told, the sense of power and complete control over the tiny girl was turning her on far more than Greg's sorry penis could.

"What?  Uh, ye-yeah!  You don't have to digest me you know!"  Sarah said, clinging to the desperate hope that she could live to see another day.  "I could be like a sex toy!  Just pop me in and I'll squirm like hell for you.  How does that sound?  That way you can humiliate me for far longer.  It's a win-win for you.  Just think about!"  She offered, only for Sandra to push her in up to her midriff while letting out a pleasurable moan.  "Wait!  Wait, wait, wait!  Just think about it, please!"  Sarah continued to beg, pushing with all of her strength with her dainty little arms to fight the overwhelming pressure forcing her up another woman's asshole!  Sadly for the tiny girl, all this accomplished was for her hands to slip into a couple of deep wrinkles of butt flesh and get her arms trapped in her anal prison!  "No!  No!  I don't want to die!  Especially not like this!  Not in some bitch's asshole!"  Sarah cried at she felt the undersides of her breast make contact with the sphincter, which caused Sandra to pause again.  "I don't deserve to die like this!  I am a person, god damn it!  A human fucking being!  Not some snack for some blonde slut's shitty colon!"  She cursed and swore, violently thrashing about to try and escape Sandra's ass.

"Oh my fucking god!  This is getting me so fucking horny!"  Sandra thought, playing with her clit with her free hand as she drank up Sarah's despair and rage.  "This is what W.I.S.E.men should be doing with their insignificant lives!  That's it you little whore, keep begging for your life!  Keep struggling for all you're worth just to crawl out of my ass!  Ahh~!  Yes, your life isn't in my 'hands', it's just my ass!  Hahaha, can't you get out of my perky asshole?  If you can't, you'll die!"  She thought, not wanting to favor Sarah with acknowledgement as a sentient being anymore.  She was ass food, nothing but living shit waiting to be shoved where it belonged, and it sent waves of pleasure to crash over Sandra's body.  Copious amounts of her nectar began to seep down her velvety folds, flooding down towards her aroused rosebud and thrashing butt plug.  "Keep begging.  Keep begging and drown in my pussy juices!  Realize that you are nothing!"

"Do you hear me!  I deserve better!  I am Sarah!  SARAH FUCKIN-!?"  The tiny girl cried out defiantly, raging against the universe before her shoulders disappeared into Sandra's rectum and her head became encased in the lustful drool descending from Sandra's heated sex.  "Is?  Is she?  She'd getting off to this?  You sick, fucking bitch!"  Sarah thought as the last thing she saw was the darkened muscles of Sandra's anus close over her face.

"Oh!  Fuck yes!"  Sandra exclaimed, feeling her easy victory over the tiny Sarah and quickly bringing herself to climax.  As the euphoria of her orgasm washed over her, Sandra felt her body draw Sarah a bit further into her.  "Mmmmm, yes.  Enjoy becoming just another piece of my shit, it's a far better fate than you deserve."  She mocked, sliding down on the bed and closing her eyes so she could focus better on the struggles of the tiny life at the end of her digestive tract.  Purring happily Sandra soon drifted off to sleep, and Sarah's tantrum didn't last much longer.

Coated in a thick layer of intestinal enzymes, Sarah felt her body numb all over as she cried from the confines of Sandra's ass.  She was scared, she was disgusted but worse of all, she knew she was doomed.  "It... it wasn't supposed to end like this...  Or... or was I born merely for this bitch's pleasure?  Is that all my life amounts to?  A butt snack for a merciless skank?  What a shitty... l...i...f...e..."  And with that final thought, Sarah passed out.

Perhaps because it was the middle of the day still, or a general lack of actually being tired, Sandra awoke from her nap barely an a hour after she began her slumber.  Stretching and yawning, she sat up in bed.  "Huh?  Why did I come back here again?"  She wondered aloud, getting up and grabbing her string bikini from the floor.  While bent over, however, her bowels tightened and a poof of gas trapped in her juicy behind slipped out.  "Oops.  Oh!  That's right!"  She exclaimed, remembering what she had done to her latest W.I.S.E.men victim.  "I guess my tush's little treat is ready to come back out now."  She giggled, heading to the bathroom and quickly sitting down on the toilet.  It took little effort for her to push a few logs of processed food waste, as well as some flecks of white bones and hair, out of her tight arse hole.  After she was finished, Sandra stood, wiped and looked back to see what was left of the girl formerly known as Sarah.  "Ha!  That's it?  Shit, most of your bones got dissolved too.  Well I guess that just means there's more of you in a 'better' place."  She teased, slapping her ass and letting it jiggle a bit.  "Well, no eulogy or ceremony necessary for a little girl that got turned to some shit.  It'd be a waste of space too, to give you a grave so I'll just send you along then.  Bye you little shit."  She added, uncaringly pushing the lever to flush away the waste.

Satisfied with a job well done, Sandra slipped into her bikini and grabbed her bag to go sunbathing again.  "I hope Tori is having as much fun as I am.  We're only here for two weeks, but maybe I'll extend that by a bit."  She thought, walking past the young girl with the rude little boys she had met earlier that morning, and smiled.  "As long as we have fun and relax, that's all that matters after all."