Sean began to sweat bullets as he was held in Brandon's massive palm, the whole hand of the giant man encompassed Sean's body, and he was barely able to see through the enormous log-sized fingers. As Brandon moved, his hand swayed back and forth and Sean felt his stomach nearly launching from his mouth with each step. At first, all Sean wanted was for this horrible carnival ride to end.

And then the giant's hand opened, and Sean was free-falling.

Everything moved too fast for Sean to really understand what was going on, but one minute he was in the oven-like warmth of Brandon's enormous palm and the next, Sean was falling toward a massive landscape. The first thing he noticed was the cold, his whole body turning to goosebumps, and his eyes beginning to water as he plummeted to whatever the fuck Brandon was dropping him on to. The next thing was the sound of the wind whistling past his ears mingled with the stadium-sized laughter of the two giants. Finally, Sean could hear his own screams.

He landed not onto a hard surface like he imagined he would, but onto something big, wide, and soft.

A fucking bed.

The sick twisted giant Yankee-loving bastard had dropped him onto a bed.

“Aww,” boomed the enormous blond woman, “was that fall too scary, little guy?”
Sean turned over onto his back to see the two enormous people looking down at him, their lips turning into smiles. The giant woman gently giggled before turning to kiss her gigantic partner. Trying to get his bearings, it didn't take Sean very long to realize exactly where he was. This was their bedroom, and they were getting ready to do something. Something, that Sean really didn't want to be a part of.

As he gazed up at them, the soft kiss turned into something deeper. It became a long, passionate, and hungry kiss. Their hands traveled along each others chests, and curved around their waists. Sean began to edge away from his place on the bed when the giant's shirt was thrown into the air revealing a mountain of tanned muscles. However Sean paused in fear as the giantess' behind suddenly cast him in shadow.

Without further warning it fell down toward him, and even though he tried to roll away, her enormous butt crashed onto his left leg. Sean screeched out in pain, he had broken a bone once, and this almost felt as bad. Lisa's eyes turned down toward him, and she shook her head, “You should have stayed still, little man.” Her enormous fingers came down and clamped around his torso while she shifted her weight slightly. Sean shot out from beneath her, his left leg already bruising but not actually crushed like he imagined. “Didn't anyone ever tell you it was dangerous to be around two horny giants?” The woman asked with a gleam of mischief in her eyes.

She dropped him between her enormous thighs, her denim-clad legs rising like enormous hills. Sean was once again in shadow though as Brandon stood at the foot of the bed. Lisa's enormous hands removed her shirt, and Sean shuddered as Brandon closed in, leaning down to kiss her and very easily remove her bra.

Sean could only stare up in awe as Brandon leaned down and planted one of his legs onto the bed for balance. To him, Lisa and Brandon casually making out was like two mountains slamming into each other. He watched, paralyzed with fear while Lisa undid his shorts, and yanked down his boxers at the same time. Brandon's half-erect member came out, quickly becoming more engorged as it met no resistance from boxers or shorts, and found encouragement as Lisa began to stroke it.

Suddenly the giants shifted above him, and Sean was sent catapulting into the air as Lisa rose and Brandon crashed down onto the bed. Sean landed back on to the soft ground of the sheets only to find himself between the tan thighs of the giant. Brandon was half-sitting up, his eyes locked on the little man between his legs.

“Go on,” Lisa's voice encouraged from above, “Worship your master a little.”

“Yeah, c'mon faggot,” Brandon said to the little man that was quivering between his legs, “Work the balls.” Sean was shoved from behind by Brandon's bulldozer-like hand. He tried to dig his legs into the bedspread but there was no stopping the momentum of Brandon's fingers. Sean landed squarely before the musky balls, lost in the shadow cast by the proudly straining shaft.

It was positively humiliating to be lost in darkness beneath another man's erection. He gazed up at the veiny beast that twitched above him, blood pumping through it at furious speed, and couldn't help but shudder. As he took in the power of it above him, Sean felt betrayal stirring in his own loins.

On one level, Sean was positively disgusted with where he was. The stench of dried ball sweat, and man, was all around him. Yet at the same time, Brandon's power seemed to be encapsulated in this one elongated part of his body. Everything about him had been overpowering Sean from the get go, and now, it was all made crystal clear as he cringed in the shadow of the thick shaft.

“Come on, little guy,” Lisa's voice purred as she unzipped her jeans. Sean turned to see her sexily swinging her hips and tugging her pants down past her waist. She was wearing a light blue pair of panties, the same color as the sky. Once her pants dropped, Lisa hooked one thumb into them, teasing both her giant boyfriend and the little man in his crotch. “Help get a real man ready for his lady.”

Sean had nowhere to go as her hand enclosed around his body and lifted him up. He didn't go far though, she pressed him hard against the shaft, and started to rub him up and down. Sean let out a scream as he was pressed against the hot skin, both from humiliation and the pain of being rubbed vigorously against the giant. What little remained of Sean's clothes were nothing but rags falling off of his body after a few strokes.

Lisa set him down on the head of the shaft, while Brandon let out a low groan. “Come on, babe,” he pleaded, his body ached with tension, and Sean could feel his body twitching through the head of the dick. Sean's body was becoming soaked in pre-cum as he tried to balance atop the giant's penis.

Sean tried to keep his head a-swivel, trying to figure out what exactly the giants were going to do next. It seemed obvious to him what their next move was but he didn't want to imagine it, at least not with where he was positioned.

His world was engulfed in shadow though as Lisa made her way on to the bed. Sean watched as her enormous body loomed over him. Her tanned skin formed a flawless sky, perfect for the two blimps that were her tits to fly through. Sean couldn't help himself as he watched her pass over, his own cock stiffened up and as he watched her blond hair fall down around Brandon's face and their lips meet, his hand moved of its own accord.

Slowly her body tilted away though, falling aside to land beside her enormous man. Her head nestled on their gigantic pillows, her eyes locked on the head of her boyfriend's dick where sat their little boy toy.

Sean was lost in the moment as he pumped away, imagining himself the giant. He would hold those fucking Yankees fans in his hand and rub them against his dick. Then he would laugh and trap Brandon in a damned pint glass while he had his way with the blond bitch. “Yeah,” he muttered to himself, forgetting his position. Not realizing he had an enormous audience.

“Told you he was,” boomed the enormous basso of Brandon.

Lisa's giggle came next, “Maybe this one actually is. It's always so hard to tell.”

“Well, look what he's doing,” Brandon announced as he raised his own hand toward his crotch.

Sean watched as the meaty palm closed around the enormous dick, and Brandon smiled down at him, “Don't worry, we're just jack off buds. You're not a little fag who's fapping it on a giant dick.” Before Sean could raise a voice in protest, Brandon's hand began to pump up and down the shaft. Sean had nowhere to go as the fleshy head beneath him began to sway and bounce with each tug. There was no way to stop it, and Sean had no choice but to hold on for the ride or fall down and possibly injure himself. Not that the possibility of his injury seemed to bother either of his gigantic captors.

Brandon's hand kept pumping, and he was clearly as lost in the moment as Sean had been moments ago. Lisa watched with a smirk, and an evil glint in her eyes.

Sean felt it moments before it happened. For some reason he had been expecting a quake like when a geyser goes off. Instead, the flesh of the head suddenly tensed and suddenly, gooey white cum came bursting out of Brandon's dick. Sean was launched just far enough from the flesh to go tumbling down the side, followed by white globules the size of his head.

His body landed with another bounce and a series of splats onto Brandon's chest. The giant let out an enormous sigh of relief, and Lisa merely laughed. Her finger came down and immediately poked Sean where he lay, covered in a layer of enormous spunk. Sean tried to move away but there was no point. There was nothing he could do to stop her, why try at that point.

“Aw, he looks so cute like this,” Lisa announced to the relaxed Brandon.

“Huh?” The enormous voice rumbled. From his place on Brandon's chest, Sean could feel it more than hear it. “Oh shit, that's just funny,” the giant responded, his chest suddenly shaking with laughter. Soon his meaty finger brushed away Lisa's and poked Sean right in the chest. “Bet you enjoyed that ride, huh? Maybe when Lis isn't in the mood I can use you as my 'sock.' How about that? I bet you'd fucking love that.” Brandon continued to laugh as he pushed Sean around the pool of quickly cooling ejaculate.

Sean couldn't help but shiver as the heat escaped the white sludge faster than he imagined. He needed to get out of here, or else he'd dry and be attached to the enormous Brandon till who the fuck knew when.

“Are you good to go again, babe?”

Sean froze in the spunk, amazed by the question that had just been articulated at a god-like decibel level. He gazed up and saw that Lisa was propped up on her elbow, looking down at her lover who was still laying there peacefully. The giant let out a low deep groan, one of his thick hands pawing at her tits. “With a little help, I'd be good to go.”

Sean knew it was coming before the shadow of her hand fell upon him. Suddenly his sticky cold body was being run against Brandon's warm shaft once more. The dick was partially deflated, but as his skin was brushed against the giant's, slowly the enormous member rose to full mast. This time once fully erect, there was no attempt to place him on the head of the dick. Sean was so thankful until he realized he was going somewhere very different.

Lisa's hand directed him between her thighs so fast, he barely had time to notice the flesh colored walls before her neatly trimmed pubic hair came into view. Hair that was all clustered about her enormous lower lips. Her vagina stood before him, a gaping maw prepared to swallow him whole. At the top he could spot a clitoris as big as his face pushing out to greet him as her fingers spread her lips wide. With the same swift, mechanical motions that she'd wet a dildo with, Sean was rubbed along the bare edges of her wet pussy, before being plunged deeper.

Sean had no idea how deep he was, but he suddenly realized that a vagina was like a dank cave: dark, wet, and full of noises he didn't want to know about. Every time Sean tried to move or direct himself in anyway, he could feel her muscles contract and shudder with pleasure. Somewhere far away, her voice let out little moans and groans as he unintentionally pleasured her.

There was a dazzling burst of light, that was immediately lost to dark shadow once again as the lips parted and were instantly filled. Sean suddenly knew the giants were having sex. He needed to get out, he reminded himself. He could spill out onto their bedspread, run away, get to their bedside tables, maybe there would be a phone. Something, he reasoned anything.

Good god, he knew the dick was above him. Was he so small, Sean wondered, that he could actually avoid his sex within hers?

Then Sean began to squirm out, and he realized it had just been how he had been positioned at that exact moment. As he tried to shift his position, he began to become covered in her natural juices, and slide about. At the same time, a dick the width of a car was pumping into her, constantly shifting ever so slightly.

Before Sean could figure out what was going on, that worm like behemoth was smashing him against her vaginal walls. Before him was hard musky sex, and behind him was soft musky sex. Sean had no idea which way was up and which way was down as he got pulverized.

All he could hear were the sounds of Lisa getting off. The juices flowed, the walls contracted, and the moans grew louder. Sean had finally given up hope of any of it ending when he was suddenly blasted square across the chest with another load, and his eardrums nearly shattered from her husky orgasm-fueled call.

Sean could feel himself losing purchase as the world around him shifted.

Only as he was blasted with light did he realize what was happening and his hands reached out for anything to grab. His hands grasped wiry tough ropes, though he had no idea where they had come from, his eyes still blinded by the bright light of the world around him. That was until he heard a yelp from above, and the facts of everything that had just happened to him passed through his brain.

Sean was hanging on to dear life by Lisa's pubic hairs. Beneath him, Brandon's ejaculate was spilling out onto her thigh and to the floor, with her barely concerned at all. He looked skyward to finally see her face turning some attention to her downstairs. Her lips curled into that same cruel smile she had worn all day when a giant wad of tissue paper just came down and encased him.

A light bit of pressure from her fingers that felt like it was going to crack the already bruised ribs he possessed and he was floating along in the cloud of tissues.

The enormous woman set him down somewhere, and he just looked up at her as she wiggled her dainty fingers in a wave, and disappeared from sight. Wherever the hell he was, it was soft, but a little damp, and the smell was horrible. Yet, it was better than the crotches of giants...

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Sean awoke to the sound of a thunderstorm rolling across the world.

Where the hell was he? He immediately wondered as the memories of the previous day flooded back to him. His head snapped this way and that, the walls around him were short, soft, and white, and the whole place smelled disgusting. Like some sort of gross locker room.

His mind immediately made the connection, he was inside of Lisa's shoe. After they had sex yesterday, she had dropped him in here and he passed out. Sean rose to his feet. It was the perfect chance to escape. The low walls would be easy to clamber over and freedom lay beyond.

Least, it was the perfect plan to escape until Lisa's body cast him in dark shadow. Her hand darted down toward the shoe without a second glance, and carried it into the sky. Sean was tossed forward into the heel of the shoe, and was just barely able to support himself so he could gaze up. “No, please, don't!” Sean screamed as he watched her foot rush down.

The ball of her foot knocked him to his knees as it slid in quickly. The rest of her foot just grazed the top of him, but when her heel came down, Sean could do nothing but scream in pain. The heel struck him in the head and then crushed into his back. His legs were crushed instantly as her foot settled into the shoe. Somehow though, his back was just twisted at an odd position and his head smushed between her heel and the wall of the shoe.

Then her foot catapulted to the ground and her heel slammed down with it. His back snapped in half, and for the briefest of moments, Sean felt his face become very flush...

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As Lisa finished slamming her foot into her nikes, she felt something crunch beneath her socked foot. Closing her eyes, and biting her lip, Lisa let out a frustrated sigh. She bent down to fix her jeans and the sneaker only to immediately feel a warm bit of blood along the inside of her shoe.

“God damn it!” She cried out in frustration.

“What's wrong, babe?” Brandon asked, walking over to her.

Lisa sighed, sitting on the ground and removing her shoe, to reveal the bloody remnants of the shrunken man that were still clinging to her sock, “Stupid Red Socks fans...”

Brandon laughed, and after a moment, so did Lisa.