Ellie didn’t let up, using her thumb to rub over the lower half of Lloyd’s body. 

He was hard again–it was hard to concentrate, given the sheer amount of things that had happened within the last hour or so. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder if his shrunken state had made him more durable in this sense as well, but he knew it was getting…more than a little painful. Still, it was blissful. Lloyd, now taking the fact that Ellie now knew that he wasn’t an elaborate toy, he brought his hands up to grip at the side of her thumb. He pressed his hips up against her movement, enjoying the sensation. 

All the while, he could see Ellie staring down at him with that spark in her eyes–she had been more than interested in him before when she thought he was just a sex toy, but now it was like that attention was being returned tenfold. Her lips quirked somewhat as she watched him rut against her finger, absolutely pathetic and yet it was something that turned her on immensely. She wet her lips somewhat with her tongue, Lloyd remembering how it was when she had put him into her mouth earlier. How she had rubbed that muscle all over his lower half, sucking lightly and creating the sensation that made it hard for him not to cum all over her giant tongue at the time. 

“Hello, Lloyd,” she mouthed, seeming to enjoy that he was watching her tower above him. Completely at the mercy of just her thumb. 

Though they weren’t alone, Claire watched the scene with a tightening expression. Something close to disgust, yet there was also something else to her expression. Still, she cleared her throat, causing Ellie to glance back toward her with a raised eyebrow. 

“We can look for the watch later,” she said, stepping a little closer, “Just–look, let me see him. It’s clear you did some shit with him, I should make sure he’s fine.”

Ellie let out a soft chuckle, tilting her head. 

“I dunno, he seems pretty fine to me,” she replied, gently rubbing her thumb in a circle, dragging his cock along her flesh as he pressed his hips back into her. 

“Mom,” Claire stated, sounding like she was almost speaking through her teeth, “It’s new tech–that he’s lost. I don’t know how he’s still small, considering it was the watch that kept him like that. So, until we get it back, just give him here.” 

“Oh, you’re worrying way too much, I mean–”

“Give him here!” Claire exclaimed, finally reaching out and snatching Lloyd from her mother’s grasp. 

From Lloyd’s perspective, the whole thing happened in a dizzying blur. Claire’s hand closed around him before he had time to really process, and luckily it was quicker than Ellie could process so he didn't get caught between their two tight grasps. With a frustrated sigh, Claire didn’t look down at him as she held him closed in her fist–very much like a doll she just pried out of someone’s grasp. Ellie let out a scoff, mouth slightly agape as if she still had something to say. Yet, Claire just shook her head with a slight chuckle. 

“You’re unbelievable,” Claire remarked, “It’s Lloyd. Get dressed and give him a break.” 

It was hard to tell if Ellie said anything else because Claire had turned and started to walk back downstairs, Lloyd still held tightly in her fist. His arms were pinned, chest tight from how her fingers were wrapped around him, swaying with a dizzying inertia as she swung her arms as she walked. Really, given the amount of pleasure Ellie had given him and shifting abruptly to this was a rough experience, Lloyd having to shut his eyes for a few moments in hopes that he wouldn’t get nauseous. Still, Claire didn’t seem to care as she walked down the stairs and turned down the familiar hall toward her bedroom. 

Of course, Lloyd had been there countless times–back when he was normally sized, at least. He could remember the few times Claire had straddled him to tease him with her hovering over him, head between her knees. Yet, it never went any further than that–given the teasing without making any moves, he had to wonder if maybe she just wasn’t all that into him. In that sense, anyway. Her mother had certainly jumped at the chance–that, or at least she jumped at the chance to mess around with what she thought was a toy that looked suspiciously a lot like him. 

Though, given what happened only a minute or so ago, Ellie knowing that he actually was Lloyd didn’t seem to stop her any. 

Still, Claire entered her bedroom, dropping him onto the comforter of her bed. He bounced and rolled somewhat, the sudden motion not helping him feel better about how she was handling him before. Luckily, the bedding softened most of his landing, Lloyd sinking into the blanket somewhat as he rolled over to look at her. Claire had her back turned to him, crossing the room toward her closet with a huff. She tossed the clothes she had dug out for him back into the box she found them in. 

“They were the reason this whole thing happened in the first place,” she grumbled, turning back around to look over at him. 

Despite looking like she was miles away from where Lloyd was sitting on her bed, he could see an almost hungry look darken Claire’s gaze. It was one he had never really seen on her before–smug amusement, stunned confusion, happiness, he had seen them all on her face before. Yet, this look was completely new, Claire crossing the room toward him with some relatively quick strides. From Lloyd’s perspective, however, he just watched as she moved, her footfalls sending light vibrations through the bed under him–barely there, but the knowledge of that made it all the more noticeable. He couldn’t help the way his heart sped up–not so much in fear but anticipation. This is what he’d been dreaming of for as long as he’d known her.

He watched as she came closer to him, growing bigger and bigger until she was standing right at the edge of the bed. She looked down at him with a slowly growing grin, something mischievous, but lustful all the same. In a way, Lloyd thought that it looked almost triumphant, Claire raising a leg up to plant one knee beside him before she rose up, placing her other one down on the other side of him a fair distance away. Still, he felt the blanket tighten under him with her weight. At his size, Lloyd was stunned at she stood as tall as a house to him, watching as she situated herself, her massive thighs getting closer.

Claire knelt on the bed, his tiny body between her legs but she made no move to reach out to touch him or crush him under her legs. Instead she let out a light laugh, swaying her hips somewhat as she loomed over him. Lloyd could only see up her thighs, her breasts swelling lightly with her excited breathing as she looked down at him. Slowly, Claire lowered herself down, resting her ass on the backs of her feet. She blocked out the bedroom light, making it to where all he could see was her body. All he could pay attention to was her. She shifted again, lowering herself down a little more and all Lloyd could see was her clothed crotch and body. Her thighs surrounded him and towered over him in their own right as she continued to look down at him between her legs. 

“Still–I’m not passing up my time to mess around with you,” she said, watching as the tiny Lloyd stared up at her in awe. “I know what she was doing to you–how rough my mom can be with her regular toys. Really fucking uncomfortable when I have to hear that shit, but at least I know you’ll be fine to survive this. Now, close your eyes, I’m going to change.” 

Of course, Lloyd didn’t. He watched as she still kneeled over him, gathering the hem of her tight shirt in her hands and slowly lifted it up. He watched as she slowly exposed the expanse of her toned stomach, revealing more and more skin that he couldn’t hope to run his hands over while he was shrunk. She gathered her shirt up and pulled the tight material up over her chest. He watched as her breasts bounced free somewhat, still in a bra but he could tell that they were still big enough to smother him completely. They weren’t absolutely massive like her mother’s were–that seemed to be a gene that Ellie kept to herself, but Claire was also gorgeous in her own right. 

Lloyd’s thoughts were cut short, however, when Claire managed to pull her shirt over her head. With a small chuckle, she bundled up the material and placed it down over him. Immediately, he was cast in darkness as the material covered him, the smell of her surrounding him as he seemed to break from his trance. Lloyd felt her shift off the bed as he started to work on trying to move the material off of him. At his size, it seemed to go on forever–the more he seemed to move it aside, the more it seemed to stretch on in front of him. 

“I knew you would look, you little pervert,” Claire commented as Lloyd continued to struggle to pull her shirt off of him. 

He heard her undo a buckle, likely the jeans that she was still wearing. Just as it seemed like Lloyd was making more progress, a heavier weight came down on top of him. It actually knocked him on his ass, the sound of Claire’s light chuckle telling him that she knew exactly what she was doing. Renewed in his struggle, Lloyd continued to work to pull her shirt away–and her pants, now, too. He could hear Claire moving around near the edge of the bed, the pile on top of him getting somewhat heavier before he heard her walk off back toward what he assumed was her closet. 

Despite the situation, Lloyd couldn’t help but feel his cock stirring again. He wondered what it would be like to be buried under her clothes, to be so small that he would have to struggle to escape from the fabrics. As much as it was a bit of a workout, the jeans not helping any as he tried to find the end of her shirt or an armhole to crawl out of. Yet, being surrounded by her smell–her body wash, a hint of sweat, it was effecting him more than he ever could have imagined. While he was tempted to touch himself, he didn’t want to miss what might be coming next.

It took Lloyd a few moments before the darkness of her jeans greeted him, the material much heavier than the shirt she had initially tossed on him. Still, he continued to push the fabric away, continuing to do so as he pushed himself to climb up toward the light near the opening of her jeans. Eventually, he managed to reach it, out of breath and already exhausted from what her mother had put him through and now this. Yet, upon really seeing what was in front of him, along with the hint of a familiar smell, he knew it wasn’t out of this yet.

He reached out, feeling the silky fabric that surrounded him now and realized that she had tossed her panties over the pile also. Lloyd was near her crotch as well, the smell of sex only arousing him further, his hands grasping onto the cool and somewhat damp fabric that told him that she might be a little more than just feeling like teasing him this time. Lloyd started to pull some of the fabric toward him so he could better find a way out. He heard Claire approach once more, stopping just before the bed and she let out another small huff of a chuckle. 

“I had to make it a bit of a challenge for you, little Lloyd-y,” she remarked, most likely watching him struggle to pull the expanse of her panties away from him. Really, the knowledge of that only aroused and spurred him on further.

Eventually, Lloyd managed to push himself through a leg hole and back onto the comforter of her bed. 

He rolled over again, breathing hard, his cock equally as noticeable between his legs. Yet, once the sight in front of him registered, he stilled as he stared up at Claire with wide eyes. 

The first thing he noticed was the lustful smile that she wore on her face, eyes lidded somewhat as she stared at him. She bent over slowly, hands sliding down her body to rest on her knees. She had gotten dressed in what looked like almost a cross between sportswear and sleeping undergarments, her breasts gently swinging forward somewhat as they hovered over him with a light sway. Each one was double the size of his body, and even better like this than when she had held him in her hand and jiggled them a little for him before things progressed way beyond that. Before her mother had found him. 

Yet, as his gaze lingered on how her nipples puckered and poked at the thin material of her bra, Lloyd realized that he had initially done this for her. Claire had been the star of his giantess fantasies and now she was standing before him like a damn dream. Claire let out a soft breath, smile growing as she cupped her breasts in her hands somewhat, squeezing them before releasing them so they bounced arousingly before slipping her hands down toward her legs. The pair of shorts she wore clung to her tightly, highlighting her thighs as she swayed her hips from side to side again.

“Like what you see, Lloyd-y?” she asked, squeezing her thighs together somewhat, “I definitely like your silence–I’ll take that as a yes.”

Finally, she rose back up somewhat, moving to slip in on the bed behind him. Claire scooped him up, moving around somewhat so she sat with her back to her headboard as Lloyd watched. She wet her bottom lip somewhat, that touch of a grin never leaving her face as she made a show of slowly lowering him down her body. She made sure to linger him at her massive tits before dropping him down lower and lower. Lloyd was dropped below the bottom of her breasts, a little lower than her belly button and no lower.

He was met with smooth, soft, and warm skin as Claire parted her legs somewhat to slip him in between her thighs. It was tight and warm, Lloyd pushed in just so only his head and shoulders peeked out the top of her flesh. Claire met his gaze when he glanced up at her, giving him another somewhat teasing grin before she squeezed her legs together somewhat. The flesh of her thighs started to engulf him, Lloyd squirming somewhat which only made her let out a low sound. 

“Don’t fight it,” Claire said in some light amusement, “I know you’ve always wanted to be crushed between my thighs. Unfortunately, that’s not what I’m planning on, but I’ll give you a bit of a show.” 

Slowly, she started to rub her legs together, rolling Lloyd between her thighs as he groaned lightly. His erection poked at her flesh, yet her legs were firm and tight. He knew that by the small muscle twitches that threatened to crush the breath out of him as she continued to rub her legs together while letting out little hums of pleasure that ripped shivers down his spine. Lloyd watched as Claire ran a hand down her stomach, still squeezing her legs together. Yet, she let up the pressure some so he could watch as she pushed her hand under her little shorts, starting to rub at herself in time with the movement of her legs around Lloyd. The sight had him groaning aloud, her soft flesh squeezing and passing over his cock in just a way that he threatened to cum again. Just for Claire–the goddess that he’d always fantasized about. 

With a heavy breath, however, she loosened her legs around him somewhat. Lloyd slipped down between her legs as Claire removed her hand from her shorts, Lloyd landing back down on the comforter again with a gasp of air. She got back up, gently picking him up before laying him down at the edge of the bed. 

A knowing look crossed her face, Claire slowly turning around before bending over somewhat. Lloyd watched as she presented her ass to him, hovering over him somewhat. Still too high up for him to reach out, yet she gently started to sway her ass back and forth with a low moan. Her movements were rhythmic, like she was dancing to a song that was only playing in her head. He watched as Claire ran her hands up her legs, tucking between her legs for a moment before circling around to her ass. She gripped fistfuls of her own ass with another moan, squeezing them before releasing them, followed by a light slap that jiggled her ass cheeks somewhat as she swayed her ass. 

She bent down lower, Lloyd only able to watch as she continued her little dance, swaying her giant ass in front of him. It was easily dwarfing him and she hadn’t even sat down, Claire still playing with her ass somewhat. Her shorts started to ride up with her movements, hugging her ass and slowly inching inward with another bend and sway of her hips. Finally, it had ridden up enough to where one of her cheeks were almost bare to him, the shorts now more like underwear than anything else. Lloyd was tempted to reach out to touch it, but she was still somehow just a little out of reach. 

“I know how much you love my ass, Lloyd,” she commented around a small noise from the back of her throat, “How much you’ve fantasized about it. Being shrunk so I would sit on you, that you would be trapped in it while I went about my day…” 

All the while she spoke, she continued to lower her ass, spreading it somewhat as she continued to slowly dance for him. She wasn’t wrong, however–Lloyd had thought about that exact thing, what it would feel like to have her giant ass sitting on him, enveloping him completely, being slowly crushed under the globes of flesh. What it would be like to be pinned between the two cheeks, rubbing against his body constantly as she walked. So, he was having a hard time not climaxing at the sight in front of him, her hand coming down to grab another fistful of her own flesh as she parted her asscheeks temptingly. All he could do was watch as she chuckled again, releasing her hold as her ass cheeks came back together with a small, muted slap. 

“I want to be your goddess, Lloyd,” she continued, biting her lower lip somewhat as she bit back a moan, “I want to sit on you like the goddess I am to you…” 

She lowered her ass again, tantalizingly close as she swayed her ass in front of him again. Claire was so close now that all he could see was the fabric of her shorts and the flesh of the cheeks that were poking through, still moving from side to side slightly as she continued to tease him for a few moments. 

“You’re my toy now, little Lloyd-y,” she stated, giving her ass another shake before she brought it down on him. 

Immediately, Lloyd was completely surrounded by her ass, Claire pressing down on him with a low moan as he was pressed down against the comforter and mattress as she sat down fully. While the bed had some give to it, unlike the table that Ellie had pinned him on, he was still pinned as she wiggled back and forth. Her cheeks rolled him under and between them slowly, back and forth. She lifted up off him somewhat before coming down on him again, pushing him between her cheeks. Claire did this in light, quick movements, almost bouncing lightly as she played with herself a little. Lloyd was pulled up with some of her movements, the weight of her cheeks keeping him stuck to her flesh somewhat before they came back down against the bed again, releasing him. She ground her ass down on him, dragging him forward toward her pussy somewhat before dragging him back toward her cheeks. Lloyd was completely trapped and at her mercy, not able to even move his arms as she wiggled, bounced and ground down on him over and over. 

He could feel the flesh of her ass more and more as her shorts continued to ride up, pressing him between her cheeks as she ground on him again with another moan. He was dragged back and forth, rolled around under and between the mounds of flesh that seemed to go on forever on either side of him. Lloyd’s cock was aching, the constant contact and rubbing only pulling him further and further toward another climax. Claire continued to grind against his body, moving back and forth with purposeful movements as she moaned. He managed to shift somewhat, the flesh of her ass rubbing against his cock over and over as he could feel that edge build up in him again. It wasn’t too long until Lloyd felt that pressure in him mount, his yell muffled by the massive flesh of her ass as he came against the flesh of her ass cheek as Claire readjusted somewhat. 

She continued to grind against him, rolling him under her ass until Lloyd was pulled forward and further under her. Her shorts had rode up and a surprisingly lucid part of him had him reaching out to grab a bit of the shorts near her leg as she rolled herself back against him. As Claire rose up somewhat, Lloyd pulled himself into the opening in her shorts as she sat back down. Immediately, he was pinned down facing upward as he had managed to pull himself into the front of her shorts. Her pussy lips were engorged and slick, her fluids immediately soaking him as her pussy lips enveloped him when she sat down again. He could see one of her massive fingers rubbing at her clit, though it stopped when she ground herself down against him, pulling him further inside her. 

Claire let out a chuckle, the pressure of her fingers from outside of her shorts pushing against his back and into her pussy lips before they were dropped. A small bit of light flooded into the dark space of her shorts, shortly hidden behind the massive hand that came down to press him against her pussy. Lloyd was dragged up toward her clit, his stomach and cock brushing against the swollen bud of nerves. Claire rubbed him harder against it in a circular motion, Lloyd pushing his arms out to rub against her folds that nearly engulfed him. She rubbed him against her with a light moan, pushing him down a bit. His legs pressed into the wet, velvety space of her opening before she released him. He fell back into the crotch of her shorts, panting somewhat as all he could smell was her waiting sex. He could feel himself soaked with her fluids, her tight shorts not giving him much room but he was small enough that all he could see her pussy in front of him.

“You little pervert,” she commented somewhat breathlessly, “but if you want to be in there, fine. I can work with that. You think my mom was intense? You haven’t seen the extent of my stamina.”