It is getting roomier in here all the time, Thomas thought as Trish bounced his body around her mouth with her tongue. Trish made sure to keep her jaw open when she did this to keep her teeth from smashing together, but it also had the effect of stretching her cheeks taught, making the cavity tall but narrow. He could feel her lean forward when it was time to enter into her living quarters, and he expected to be extracted any minute now. Instead, she started to hum softly, the hollow tunnel of her throat filling her mouth with soft vibrations.

What the hell is she doing? He thought as she took her time milling around the bedroom. He could feel her head tilting, but the darkness was disorientating. At one point she stopped humming and she used her tongue, which outclassed Thomas in terms of strength by orders of magnitude, to press him against the roof of her mouth. Thomas could feel the muscles in her mouth contract as she sucked and swallowed her spit. Thomas held on to her tongue, an exhilarating fear washing over him as he felt himself drawn back a few inches towards her throat. Thomas was never into the fatal violence that sometimes goes hand in hand with macrophilia, and he certainly didn’t wish to actually be eaten. Nonetheless, the casualness with which she could swallow him whole was intoxicating.

Finally, after minutes in wet darkness, Trish flicked the tip of her tongue forward to extrude Thomas, drenched in her saliva, through her pursed lips. He blinked to adjust his eyes to the changed light, trying to figure out exactly where he was. He looked down, and all he could see was the vast canyon of Trish’s cleavage, longer than he was tall. Her breasts, clad in white lingerie, were pressed together by her elbows as she held the back of her neck with her hands. Thomas fell ten feet down to land in her pillowy soft bosom, a line of drool still connecting him to her parted lips.

“Hello husband.” She mouthed down at him silently, disconnecting the thick chord of saliva. 

“Hello wife.”  He replied. Trish released her grip on her tits to let Thomas fall through her cleavage and onto her sternum as she reclined back in bed. Oh, wife, how she loved that he was calling her that!

“I have a wedding present for you.” He said, standing up and putting his hands on the breasts flanking him to stabilize himself. “Look on the nightstand.”

She cocked her head playfully to him and then started to turn to investigate. The motion caused her breasts to shift on her ribs, threatening to crush Thomas between them. Thomas let himself slide onto her other breast, managing to snag the fabric of her bra. The weight of him was almost enough to pull the cup down and release her nipple. Trish gasped when she noticed, and steadied him against the front of her tit with a single finger while she continued to search.

“Well, actually, it’s a present for both of us.” He shouted up as he watched Trish find the large box he had set there. Trish put it on her stomach and started to unwrap it as delicately as she could with five foot long fingers. As she lifted the lid off the box, she craned her neck to peer inside, pinching whatever was in there and lifting it up into the sky above Thomas’s head. Trish pulled what appeared to be a thick cable attached to a wet suit complete with a scuba set up. She bit her lip as she came to understand the implication.

“I see. Suit up little man. It’s time to fuck your giant wife. And because it’s our wedding night, I want you to go all the way up.” She demanded, tossing the wet suit at his feet.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Thomas praised her as he wasted no time getting dressed. His only difficulty was extracting himself from his spit-soaked tux, which Trish helped rip off him. He got dressed right there between his wife’s tits, rolling on the wetsuit. Trish watched with great anticipation, especially the spot cut out for his penis. She wondered, if he got really deep, if she could feel him rub it on her g-spot…

He put on the mask and got used to breathing, and just when he did, he felt himself get pulled up into the sky by his harness.

“Look at that, husband on a string.” She taunted as she wound the tether around her finger to hoist him up. She circled her hand to make him spin in front of her face. Thomas felt like he was flying.

“Comfortable?” She asked. Thomas nodded dumbly and gave a thumbs up. “Perfect.” She said with a smugly satisfied look, and then lowered him back to her chest where her bra was clasped in the front. She pushed her chest up where he was dangling, silently commanding him to undress her. Trish used her arms to squeeze her tits together, just to make it a little easier for him. When she felt the clasp unleash she let her breasts fall to either side of her chest, letting the highly-engineered bra meant to contain her literal tons of tits fall away.

Trish leaned back on her elbows, setting Thomas down on her chest for him to continue to do what was natural. She had expected him to travel south, but instead he turned heel and scrambled up the incline of her chest towards her neck. He ducked under her chin and tackled her neck, straddling it and pushing his hands up under her jaw.

“Oh god.” She moaned and threw her head back at the sensation of her neck being clutched. She turned her head to the side and nibbled on her finger as she focused on his tiny lips planting a dozen kisses under her jaw. He hooked his hand on the corner of her face and pulled. Like putty in his hands, she let her head turn to the other side. She leaned her head back further to bare more of her vulnerable neck for him to take.

“Oh Thomas.” She cooed as she felt him leave her neck to crawl across her collar bone. Her eyes listed open to see him squatting to lift the spaghetti strap of her bra. He was unable to lift the garment at all, but Trish rolled her shoulder down so that he could slide it off of her. Thomas stood back up and turned to her with a smile that she returned with a breathless, lusty gaze. 

She parted her lips to invite him for a kiss, resting her tongue on her bottom lip. Thomas approached the parting enjoying the sheer size of her. Her bottom lip rested near his stomach, the top of her lip was level with his forehead. He traced his finger tips over the bottom lip, causing it to quiver in anticipation. Thomas took a minute to dwell on the absurdity of the situation. She wanted it so badly, and there was nothing he could do if she chose to steal the kiss. And yet, here she was obediently waiting through the ache of it.  He traced his fingers down to the center of her bottom lip, and then gripped it with all his might. Trish inhaled suddenly at the sensation, causing the wind of her breath to whip around his ears.

Thomas began to walk along her collar bone to other shoulder. Trish let her head follow where her lead it, her lip pulled taught until he released it to spring back.

“Oh, please.” She begged, biting her newly liberated lip rolling her head on her shoulders as he continued to free her of her last bra strap. She brought her lips to her shoulder, licking them to wet them for him. Thomas obliged this time, bear hugging her face and pressing his lips into hers.

“Mmmm” She moaned deeply as she melted into the kiss. She brought her hand up to hold him there as she let herself collapse completely into bed. Thomas pushed against her again, prying himself between her fingers and her lips. Trish obediently let her hand fall away to release him. Trish felt the urgency of having him between her legs grow out of control.

“Mmm… fuck. You’re so good at this.” She moaned into the pillow as she tried to control the urge to just pick him up and put him where she wanted him.

Thomas said nothing, just walked slowly down the length of her body to his next task, her garter belt. When he reached the soft expanse of her stomach, he got on his knees and crawled forward till he reached the multiple clasps that held it together. Each undone clasp was punctuated with a kiss on the newly exposed skin, each kiss responded to with a twitch and a gasp from the increasingly excited Trish.

He made his way to where the waistband of her panties stretched. He squatted down and lifted it up to look down at her crotch, wet and waiting for him. Thomas could feel her large, trembling hand lowering to loom over him, threatening to push him down her panties and skip all the fun of undressing her. He let her hand get very close before he released the waistband, snapping it back against her skin with a loud crack that startled her. Thomas whirled around to see her hand retreating to the safety of her other hand clutched to her chest, her shocked face quickly melting into a sheepish grin at being caught.

Thomas kept an eye up at her, walking backwards until his back collided with her leg. He pointed at her, wordlessly commanding her to behave. She shrugged her shoulders and bit the fingers of her idle hands. Assured that she would stay put, he finally turned his back to her so that he could reach up to where the elastic of the hose dug ever so slightly into the softness of her thigh. Trish lowered her leg to flatten it for him as he slowly started to roll the elastic down and off her leg.

This is agonizing, Trish thought as her insides once again complained that Thomas wasn’t crawling through them yet. She watched him with short breath and great anticipation as he made his way over her knee. Past the knee was easier for him, and it wasn’t long before he was at her ankle. Trish bent her leg again, letting Thomas fall to the bed along with the hose. He stood up and finished rolling the heavy piece of fabric off her feet.

“Here, let me help on the next one.” She offered impatiently, and didn’t wait for a response before she leaned forward and grabbed him. She deposited him on the thigh of her other leg, right where the elastic was. He grabbed onto it and started walking backwards, but Trish pulled his legs out from underneath him and dragged him down her leg and the hose along with him. She left him there between her feet, now each pulled up to her butt. She sat up to look at him as he approached her white panties, the last obstacle.

“And what’s your plan to get this off of me?” She teased as she rubbed her fingers along her ankles.

“You’ll see.” He said, and started to climb the fabric on the front of her crotch. Trish rolled her pelvis forward involuntarily as she felt him come into contact with her womanhood. The teasing persona gave away instantly, once again letting herself become his big sex doll. A shiver climbed up her spine when she saw him unsheath a knife from the suit’s belt. He hooked it under the waistband of her panties and made a cut.

Thomas ripped the front of her panties down, down, until her sex was exposed to him, yawning and waiting eagerly for him. Trish nearly bit her lip till it bled as she watched her little man rip her panties off of her. Thomas made two more cuts to free her legs from the underwear, the panties from her legs, and the now useless bit of soaked fabric fell away from his wife’s hips. Thomas reached up towards her clit, its size rivaling the size of his own head. Before his fingertips could contact the eager pink nodule, Thomas felt his tether grow taught and he was lifted high into the air.

“Wait, let’s get you lubed up first.” She breathed as she lifted him high above her head, craned her neck up, and opened her mouth wide underneath him. She extended her tongue to accept him, and rolled it and him along with it into the darkness of her mouth. 

Trish closed her lips around the rope and relished in the feeling of Thomas’s little body squirming against her tongue. She made sure she had a good grip on his harness rope, tilted her head back, and swallowed. She could feel his kicking intensify as he slid deeper down into her mouth than she had ever let him go before. She pulled him back up onto her tongue before her gag reflex kicked in. The wetsuit didn’t taste the best, she decided, way less tasty than Thomas’s naked body. Maybe she could get him flavored, she thought, as she swallowed hard again, testing the limits of her gag reflex.

Thomas could feel her jaw lowering as she opened her mouth. He was near the back of her tongue, his legs nearly entirely down her throat, clutching onto her back molars. She is going to make me climb out, he gathered, and started to drag himself over her tongue by gripping onto her bottom teeth. Thomas emerged from her lips, breathing heavily into his oxygen mask. He positioned himself to stand on her bottom lip, bracing himself against her nose. Trish pursed her lips, simultaneously planting a kiss on his lower body and sending him to dangled once more. The two shared a deep and loving gaze before Trish began to lower him where she needed to connect with him most.

Thomas usually did this feet first, so that he could easily slide himself out to breathe. Since that was no longer an issue, he turned on his gear’s flashlight and proceeded head first. Even with the oxygen mask, the smell of her permeated him.

Trish shivered as she felt her husband crawl into her, especially when she felt her lips close shut behind him. I have a whole person in my pussy, she thought, and I love him to the end of time. Oh my god, I completely engulf him. It’s like our bodies are one. She closed her eyes and placed her palm on her mons, focusing every part of herself on tracking his progress. She loved the feeling of his arms and legs pressing up against her walls, fingers sliding off her slick interior as he tried to get hand holds to pull himself deeper. Yes, deeper.

“Please, deeper” She begged, bringing her finger down to insert behind Thomas. She probed gently till she felt his foot connect with her finger tip, and gave him a boost further up.

“Unh” She moaned, This was the deepest she had been filled since her second time making love with Thomas, when he put his whole arm in her. Trish played with her clit, palm still resting over where Thomas lay buried in her. She threw her head back, clenching her eyes closed as she took in the sensations.

Thomas figured out which way was up by the thrusting of her hips, her soft rocking up and down helping to turn him. He pushed up against the ceiling of her vagina, hands searching for her g-spot. He could tell he had found it when her hips started to buck more wildly.

“Oh Thomas” She moaned, and she stuck two more fingers up into herself, pushing Thomas up against her.

“Too tight.” He grunted into the headset when her finger tip pushed on his back. Trish’s finger immediately retreated out of her to minister to her clit once more.

Thomas could feel her cervix opening above his head as she grew more aroused. He reached the hand not currently occupied with her g-spot up to it, and gently brushed it with his fingers. The effect on Trish was immediate, a large quaking shook him, and he could feel the walls surrounding him clamp down around him, and push up, drawing him even further into herself. He could feel the gap of her cervix widen and release more lubricant to glob over him.

“Oh god, cum with me Thomas, cum inside of me.” She implored him as she felt her pleasure reach its peak. Thomas’s penis was pressed against him by her contracting walls. Her order was all he needed to bring him there.

Outside, a few hundred yards away, the music at the reception was drowned out by the giantess’s loud wails echoing off of the walls of the warehouse. The gathered men uncomfortably shifted and pretended not to listen while the women leaned together in small clumps to titter amongst themselves.

Trish exhaled long and slow, letting all the tension leave her body as she enjoyed her total body orgasm. Inside her, the walls of her vagina finally began to relax, then undulate slowly in time with her breathing. Thomas focused on his breathing as well, letting it become in sync with Trish’s, feeling her pulse beat all around him.

After some minutes, Thomas began to worry that Trish had fallen asleep with him still inside of her. The space was too narrow for him to turn himself around. His only way out of this situation would be for her to pull him out. He pushed down his panic at the thought of being trapped in his wife until it was too much to bear.

“Trish.” He spoke into the mic softly, trying to wake her gently.

“Hmm?” She rumbled immediately, clearly already awake.

“Oh, I thought you had fallen asleep.”

“Nope.”

“I just thought you would have pulled me out by now.”

“I like feeling you inside of me.”

There was another long silence, with no moves from Trish to extract him.

“...Could you pull me out?”

“I don’t want to… I want you to stay in there forever.” She giggled, and flexed the muscle of her pelvic floor to tighten her tunnel around him.

“I can’t stay in here forever.” Thomas complained with a groan as he was squeezed.  He understood what Trish was working up to. He began to graze his fingertips against the ceiling above him, taking pleasure in how her entire gigantic body writhed and shifted in response to his tiny probings.

“I think it can… unh… I think it can work. Mmmm. I’ll just… ooohhh.” She tried to explain a hair brained scheme of inserting replacement air tanks for him, just a half formed joke to perpetuate her game. The thought, along with the rest of her conscious thoughts, vanished from her as he ramped up his squirming. It was like her body was twice as sensitive as the first time, and she felt like the cup of her pleasure would overflow in no time… but then he suddenly stopped.

“No! Oh god, please… keep going…” She whined as she felt herself teetering on the edge.

“If I make you cum again, will you let me out?” Thomas negotiated from inside.

“Yes… anything you say…” She agreed. Anything you want, my love, so long as you don’t stop. Thomas continued his rubbing for another minute.

“Oh… oh yeah… right there… don’t stop…” She gasped for air as she was brought once more to the cliff’s edge. Her entire body was vibrating around him, her loud moans shaking her body’s interior. He waited, measuring seconds before her release, and then stopped again.

“Ugggghhhh…please…” She moaned, her torso collapsing back into bed as she was once again denied release.

“You promise? You’re not just going to keep me in here after this.”

“Thomas if you don’t let me cum you’ll not see daylight for weeks.” She threatened. Thomas sniggered to himself at the playful threat, and rested his palm once more against her g-spot. He pressed on it, and Trish’s hips bucked up against the force of his hand, and then fell down to the bed as he released. He pressed again, slowly, and she rose once again. Thomas wished he could see her, sprawled out on the bed and humping the air uncontrollably. The two of them got into a rhythm, and this time Thomas didn’t stop.

“Oh god I love you.” She moaned loudly as she finally got her release.

“I love you too.” Thomas replied with a grunt as he tried to grip her walls and prevent himself from being tossed around by the force of her orgasm. He breathed a sigh of relief as she once again collapsed into her post orgasm haze of pleasure.

“....Trish…” He scolded after a minute went by and she had still made no moves to extract him.

“Hmm?” She hummed nonchalantly.

“You said you would let me out.”

“What’s the point? You’d just be going back in a few minutes anyway.”

“Trish, I mean it.”

“Bullshit. You know what to say if you mean it.”

Trish tilted her head up with a smile, listening intently to hear if he was going to invoke the safeword. A minute passed, and nothing.

“That’s what I thought.” She said smugly, and braced herself for a third round. Her body was tired, but it was easy to work back up. She didn’t hump as vigorously or pinch her nipples or nibble her fingers, just laid there with her eyes closed and focused on the waves of pleasure emanating from within.

“Unh.” She gasped, the only sound to accompany her third release, almost a yawn. But Thomas didn’t stop. He continued his work and built her back up to a fourth release. By now Trish was nearly comatose, and drunk on the happiness chemicals that were fluttering through her skull. The edge of the third orgasm hadn’t worn off before the fourth one came.

“Wait…” She protested softly, barely capable of anything else as she felt him continue. She was no longer the one hundred foot goddess. She was just a blanket draped over the bed, the only reminder that she was an individual and not one with the universe was the hard thumping of her heart.

He needs to stop, she thought, or I’ll pass out. She cracked open her eyes and looked down the length of sweat-slick body to where the tether laid between her legs. Her hand felt like it was moving underwater as she reached for it, not managing to grasp it before the fifth release came.

“Oh fuck.” She gasped as another bolt of pleasure coursed through her body and dissipated into the little sparks that made her skin feel like it was on fire. And still he worked. Trish looked down to her hand resting on her stomach, in her sex-drunk haze she was not entirely sure that it was hers or that she could control it.

“Stop…” She managed to squeak, her only remaining defense against him.

“You know what to say if you mean it.” His voice rang in her ear in a mocking tone.

Oh, that’s right. They have a magic spell to protect themselves from each other. The only time she had to use it was to free herself from the restraints so she could protect the both of them from her attackers. But that was a word for Thomas, right? Not the giantess. Did she really need it? She felt herself hurtling rapidly towards the sixth climax, and she was sure her heart would explode if she let him take her there.

“Jumbo.” She breathed, and her inner earthquake stopped, save for a few aftershocks that shook her whenever Thomas adjusted himself. Trish took a moment to steady her breathing before lowering her hand to grasp Thomas’s life line dangling outside of her. She pulled him out slowly, clenching her eyes tightly to resist the overwhelming sensitivity of her body. She let the tether fall as soon as he was free. Both of them laid where they were, content and exhausted. 

After a few deep breaths to recover, Thomas began the climb up the length of his wife’s body to her face. He shed the wetsuit near her hip bone, joining her in her nakedness. He crawled up torso, his nostrils filled with the sweet smell of her sweat, and tried not to slip on her slick, glistening skin.

She looked at him lazily as he climbed over her chest. She saw him stumbling there near her collar bone, shaky on his feet from the exertion. The two of them gazed deeply into each other’s eyes and communicated the depths of their love wordlessly. Thomas stumbled forward, lowering himself down to where her head rested on her oversized pillow. Carefully, he wrapped his arms and legs around her neck, spooning it as best as he could. If she focused, she could feel his tiny breaths blowing against the nape of her neck. She timed her breaths to his, and they breathed in unison until they both drifted off to content, dreamless sleep.