Shrunken on a Coach Trip

Part 1

By Richard C.H. Davies

Leon was right at the very back of the coach, casually glancing out of the window. The coach had pulled up at the last stop. It was a long distance coach ride, it would be travelling through the night. 

He watched, in disinterest, as a queue of people lined up to enter the coach after handing their luggage to the driver to stow in the compartment below. 

That was when Leon saw an attractive lady waiting near the front, she piqued his interest. He could see her cleavage from here, her long hair bellowed over her shoulders and her long slender fingers with immaculately polished fingernails.

She entered into the coach and Leon's gaze drifted to the corridor, watching her walk down the aisle of the coach towards him. He couldn't help but notice her cleavage in her low- cut top. 

He hoped she would sit nearby, their eyes made contact and he glanced away, back down to the group of people. 

In his peripheral vision he noticed that she was still approaching, she sat down next to him on the back row of the coach. 

He glanced at her briefly and she looked at him and smiled very sweetly. 

"Hi," she said warmly. 

"Hi," he said back in surprise. 

"I'm Beth," she introduced herself. 

"I'm Leon," he replied and she smiled and sat back against the backrest of her chair. 

They both watched other people load into the coach, but nobody sat near the back. 

Leon noticed there were quite a few chairs free, including the rest of the back row which was empty, and yet Beth wanted to sit right next to him. 

He wasn't used to that. He wanted to look down her cleavage but he forced himself to stop, he didn't want to put her off. She seemed nice. 

The coach engine thrummed to life and the coach vibrated. The driver pulled them away from the coach stop and they soon rejoined the motorway. 

Leon put headphones over his ears and turned up his music again, he leaned over against the window and watched the cars and trees rushing past as they sped along the road. 

As his eyes drifted from object to object he noticed eyes watching him. He looked up and saw that Beth was looking at him in the reflection of the window. 

He looked back towards her briefly. She smiled warmly and looked him up and down quite suggestively. 

She produced a backpack and pulled out a lip gloss and applied a fresh coating to her lips, making them look glossy and luscious. She rubbed her lips together and smoothed her gloss across them.

Leon smiled and looked back towards the road. Was she into him or something? He wondered as he watched the sun setting in the horizon. 

After a while his eyes started to close and he drifted off to sleep with his head resting against the window. 

*

Beth watched Leon fall asleep and waited another half an hour until his mouth was open and he was very clearly in a deep sleep.

She glanced around, nobody was anywhere close to them, there were people a few seats away, but they couldn't see Leon from there. 

She got a thrill from doing this in public, it really turned her on. Part of it was the thought that she could be caught doing it, part of it was the idea that she was about to do something to someone else and they wouldn’t be able to stop her; near to people who were none the wiser.

She extracted a tin case from her backpack and pulled out, what might have looked like a large plaster, to anyone who didn't know. 

She pulled on latex gloves and very carefully peeled the backing label off the pad. 

She looked at Leon again and checked the final time. He was definitely asleep. 

She gently pulled the collar of his hoodie down a bit and very slowly and gently pressed the pad against the top of his spine and bottom of his neck just above the collar of his shirt. 

She very carefully pressed down the pad to ensure that it was applied and then promptly removed the latex gloves, put them in her bag and sat back to wait.

*

Leon awoke a while later and went to look out the window. It was dark, the window wasn't in front of him. 

He looked up in confusion and realised that everything seemed much bigger. He was lying on the fabric of the coach chair, but it was a large expanse of material.  

Then he saw a huge form to his other side, he looked up in absolute shock to see Beth’s huge body sitting next to him. He was looking straight at her huge thigh.

His eyes looked up across her enormous form. She was looking down at him and smiling; she had a wicked twinkle in her eyes, she didn’t seem surprised at all.

He was so small, he was about five or six inches in his estimation. He was completely naked.

His thoughts were put on hold as she lifted a ginormous thigh in the air, it sailed over him like a tower crane gliding over a street.

He stood gaping, wide eyed. His hands flopped to his sides, forgetting his privacy, as he watched the large thigh plant itself back down to his side.

The other thigh settled down on the other side of him, effectively trapping him in an exceptionally long tunnel of flesh, the end of the tunnel within his gaze was a dark blonde hairy mound. It consisted of curly pubic hair at her groin. It protruded above her pussy. It’s long thin tendrils of pubic hair reached down to her butthole.

She was wearing a skirt, but no panties underneath.

He turned around and ran as fast as his little legs would carry him. He felt his penis slapping against his thighs as he ran.

He ran along the giant knees towards the edge of the giant seat, but within a second he was held firmly by the giant tree trunk sized fingers of his giant captor. He yelped in frustration, pounding at his fleshy prison as he was dragged backwards along the fabric of the seat.

He scrabbled to try and escape but he was hauled towards the terrifying hairy mound. He wanted to escape more than anything. He was brought to within inches of the horrifying feature. He turned to look up. It was just curly hair, in every direction. Her giant hand was behind holding him in place.

The warmth emanating from the hairy region in front of him seemed to soak into his very bones as his body absorbed the heat.

What did she want from him?

He looked upwards in desperation. He could just about see her giant face peering down over her breasts. She had a wicked smile on her face, this was a very different person to the one who had been smiling sweetly to him earlier.

He looked around helplessly, there was no escape.

The other giant hand slithered down over her belly, navel and then slid over her hairy mound with a loud rustling of hair. It flattened the curly mound of hair above, and then her fingers snaked their way down some more and suddenly delved inside the tuft of hair in front of him.

The fingers curled, with the index and middle fingers leading the charge and, to his horror, started to masturbate in front of him with a loud rustling sound of hair.

He could only watch on in distaste at the giant activity in front of him, silently hoping that she was just subjecting him to a visual show.

“Please, help me!” he shouted up at him. She looked upwards quickly to check whether anyone had heard him and then looked back down at him.

He saw a gap between her fingers and the side of the fleshy thigh and went for it. He darted between the flesh and fingers of his captor.

Before he could make more than a few steps the giant fingers were curling round him like the branches of an enchanted tree; they completely enveloped him and incapacitated him.

She grabbed him up in her fist and lifted him upwards at a stomach wrenching rate of ascent, making him feel sick and dizzy. Her huge cleavage passed by him and then he was looking straight towards her giant face and glossy lips.

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