Chapter 46:

I returned home later that night after a long day of work via Jackie’s hummer. Thankfully, the giantess had undergone a wardrobe change since I saw her last. For an absurdly wealthy woman, I was surprised at how casually she was dressed. She was wearing light blue faded jeans and a generic white low-cut T-shirt. She conveniently stowed me away in her shirt pocket, which was heavily warped and stretched by her right breast. It was a brutally tight fit, with my face and my body basically glued to Jackie’s prodigious bust, but at least I was allowed to remain clothed. 

We couldn’t see each other’s faces since I was forced to hug the front of her gigantic boob the whole ride home, but she still managed to talk to me. She asked me how my day at work went, what I ate for lunch, (I had to admit that I drank Audrey’s breast milk) and what my plans were for tomorrow. Her soft booby flesh smothering my already small voice made it quite difficult to converse with dignity, but Jackie delighted in hearing my muffled, squeaky responses to her questions.

As we pulled up to my house, she squeezed me out from her pocket like toothpaste from the tube and set me down on top of her breasts. There was enough room for me to have a picnic up there. She then gave me her phone number, so I could contact her if I needed to. Curiously, she didn’t ask for my number. She was taking a far less intrusive tact than I was used to from her. Or perhaps she was just putting the ball in my court. 

“Need a ride into work tomorrow, little guy? I’d be happy to do that for you.”

She was wearing her hair down now, and it descended all around me as she leaned down to await my answer. This forced me to notice her hair’s new coloration. It was strawberry blonde.

“Did you dye your hair?” I asked, disregarding her earlier question.

“Oh! You noticed my hair?” she asked, then smiled, realizing that of course I noticed—I was surrounded by it. 

She resumed. “I’m flattered! Well, as a matter of fact, yes. I have been dyin’ my hair this color for quite some time now. Is it becoming on me?”

I cursed myself for pointing out her hair. And I cursed myself for what I was about to do. I put my head down, staring at the deep line of cleavage I was sitting on top of, and begrudgingly said, “Yes, it’s a very nice color, Jackie.”

She let out a giggle that only girls with a crush have. I looked back up at her to see that she was beaming with rosy red cheeks. Did I still have this much of an effect on her?

“Well, as long as we’re handing out compliments, you still have a great body, Dessy. Perhaps a little bit skinny for some, but you’ve always been kinda twiggy. Especially when you started shrinking.”

“Interesting way to phrase that. ‘When I started shrinking,’” I said with air quotes.

“OK, OK, even I can see that you’ve had enough of me for one day. Time for you to go back to your wife I think.”

“Yes,” I agreed. “And I don’t need a ride tomorrow, alright. I appreciated it for today, but I’m perfectly able to get to work on my own.”

“On your own. Right. I’ll see you soon, Dessy.”

And with that, Jackie balled me up, closing her hands on my tiny compact form, and dropped me off on the curb in front of my house. I stood there with momentary confusion because my routine of Audrey and Lizzy carrying me all the way to the door had been disrupted. 

“Did you need something, tiny? Surely, you can make it up to your house…on your own.”

She was using my own words against me. It had been a hallmark of our relationship.

“Oh yeah. Yeah, I can.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“You sure?” she asked again.

“Yes, Jackie.”

“You sureeeee?” she asked a third time.

I almost snapped and screamed at her, but I kept my cool. I knew she was just trying to get under my skin. 

“Yes, Jackie. One hundred percent sure.”

“Goodie! See you soon, lil’ neighbor!”

And the Hummer sped off, the hurricane wind it generated knocking me to the grass behind. I checked my blazer only to find deep green stains. 

Damn you, Jackie.

And so began the trek to my front door. Audrey’s car and the kids’ car was in the driveway, but I wasn’t about to ask any of them for help. My driveway was off to the left, but it wasn’t safe for me to walk there. I could get run over easily if an unexpected visitor showed up. I felt more secure walking through our yard. 

Oh, how dreadfully wrong I was. It must have briefly rained while I was at work, so the ground beneath me was muddy. Only a minute or so into my hike, I slipped onto my back and began sliding down my hilly yard. I luckily stopped when I fell into a small depression in the ground. But during my slide, I’d kicked up a lot of mud, all of which piled on top of me inside the hole. I was left completely motionless and helpless.

My first move was to reach for my phone, but I could barely move my arms. The mud was too dense and heavy for me. 

Realizing my phone wouldn’t save me, I called out to Audrey after about a minute of being stuck. Of course, she wouldn’t hear me. Nobody would. 

My only option was to sit tight until Audrey eventually came for me. And it wasn’t uncommon for me to stay late at work, so I could be waiting for a while.

Five minutes passed. The mud had hardened into densely packed dirt at this point, making it even harder to move. 

Ten minutes passed. I had an itch on my nose that I desperately needed scratched.

Fifteen minutes passed. I now had a strong urge to pee. I held it.

Thirty minutes passed. Despite my best efforts, small amounts of pee were trickling into my pants. 

Forty-five minutes passed. I’d peed my pants completely and my legs were numb from a lack of motion. 

An hour passed. My stomach was rumbling, and I was aching for some milk. 

Fifteen more minutes passed. I could finally see Audrey approaching me with her phone in hand. She was tracking me down.

“Desmond! Desmond! Where are you?!”

She was only ten feet away.

“Down here! Down here!” I yelled out. 

She spotted me and her eyes almost popped out of her head in shock. She bolted over to me, her soft, giant body jiggling all the way. Crouching over me in horror, she effortlessly pulled me from my haphazard self-burial. 

“Oh my god! How long have you been out here like this?” she asked while holding me out in front of her and dusting me off with her fingers. 

“Not too long,” I lied. 

“Uh, uh, uh. Don’t lie to me. How long?”

“About an hour, Mommy,” I said accidentally.

“Mommy?!” she giggled, only to discover the wetness in my pants, “Wait, did you…”

“Yeah, and sorry about the…Mommy thing. It just kinda slipped out.”

“It’s OK,” she hesitated, then continued with a smirk, “baby boy. Maybe it’s time for some roleplay. Clearly, my hubby might need to go back in diapers. But let’s get you cleaned up first, OK?”

“Yes, all of that sounds good,” I said, glossing over her sarcasm, “But we’re gonna need to talk.”

…

A mere half hour later, I had been freshly bathed by my wife. After she toweled me off, she breastfed me. Then she kept me naked and swaddled me in a blanket. It was so tight that I couldn’t move, and she sat on our bed rocking me like I was her baby. She’d really taken my mommy slip up to heart. She was so committed to comforting me that she didn’t even ask how I’d ended up under a pound of mud. Or why I wasn’t dropped off at the front door. Or what we needed to talk about.

Audrey had been in the middle of cooking dinner when she had to go out and rescue me. Brooke suddenly called from downstairs to let everyone know that dinner was ready.

“She took over cooking?” I asked. 

“Yep, she’s getting pretty capable in the kitchen. You need to start convincing Nate he needs to learn how to cook some basic stuff. He’s such a momma’s boy. Just like his daddy.”

“He is not,” I retorted from my warm cocoon in Audrey’s strong, supple arms, “And besides, the counters are up to his chest, honey. If you want him to cook, you need to get him one of those lightweight step stools.”

“I’ll order one on Amazon tonight,” she said, still gently rocking me. Her breasts acted as delightful overhang that radiated warmth. “Wanna come down and sit with us, baby boy?”

She couldn’t help but laugh out loud again. We had ditched our old roles of mommy and baby when we started talking about having kids of our own. So, in other words, a long, long time ago. But I still sometimes thought of her as my mother occasionally. How could I not when she still breastfed me?

“No, I’m gonna stay up here and relax for a bit.”

“OK, I’ll come back up in a little while. Wanna stay like a little burrito?”

“Yes, please.”

She put me down on the bed but before she exited the bedroom, she had one last teasing remark for me.

“You sure you won’t pee your pants again?”

“No, Audrey! I’m not gonna pee my pants again, OK?! I was trapped in the mud!”

“Call me Mommy.”

“No.”

“Come on, one more time. Please.”

“No!”

“Mommy wants to hear her name. Come on, baby boy.”

“Audrey…”

“Don’t get fresh with me. Just say Mommy, and everything will be fine.”

“I’m not gonna say it.”

“Well, then you leave me no choice.”

“What are you talking about? What are you—?”

She approached like a lion stalking a gazelle. The only difference was, I was even more helpless than a gazelle. I was rendered completely motionless, tightly wrapped in my favorite blanket. She scooped me up with two hands and smiled down at me. Her smile was warm, yet somehow conniving at the same time. I found out why seconds later when she pulled open the back of her pajama pants and her panties and dropped me inside. I sat sideways against her butt and before she let her waistband snap back, I cried out to her and gave her what she wanted.

“Mommy! Mommy! Let me go please! I’ll be good!”

“Too late. Good boys listen when they’re told the first time. Bad boys need to be told over and over again. Have fun in there! Also, you might wanna be quiet. I think you’d be embarrassed if your kids found out that you were stuck in my pants, don’t you think?”

“Mommy!”

She let go off her pants and there was darkness. I was instantly smacked up against her bare ass. But her ass was three times wider than I was tall, which I hoped meant my kids wouldn’t see me through their mother’s clothes. 

Before I knew it, I was downstairs and getting sat on by my giant wife. I could tell she was being gentle and not sitting down on the dining room chair with all her force, but the heat and the pressure soon mounted. It was tough to deal with. But I stayed silent, not wanting to risk my kids hearing my pathetic pleas for a reprieve. 

“Where’s Dad?” I heard Nate ask.

“He’s upstairs napping,” Audrey said without skipping a beat. “He had a heavy schedule today.”

She emphasized the word “heavy” by bouncing slightly in her chair, smashing me into the cushion of the dining room chair she was sitting on.

Given Audrey’s size, just about any activity caused her to sweat after a short while. And that included sitting and eating. So, after five minutes under her massive ass cheeks, I was guzzling her sweat just so I could breathe air. Even if that air wasn’t fresh in the slightest. 

Dinner progressed slowly. Audrey and the kids talked for a long time about their days. Under normal circumstances, I loved watching Audrey and the kids have conversations, but I could barely focus on what they were saying.

After a half hour under her ass, the urge to pee was returning. It was a rehash of the mud incident, and yet again, I had no way to let Audrey know.

An eternity later, I was once again trickling into my blanket. I’d drunk enough milk and sweat to fill my bladder twice over, so I knew it would only be a matter of time until I made a mess. But considering the amount Audrey was sweating, I wasn’t certain that she’d even notice if I peed myself. 

“So, tell Mom the big news,” I heard Brooke say after dinner was well underway.

I assumed she was talking to Nate.

Finally, my son said, “I’m taking Chrissy to Homecoming.”

“Oh, that’s great!” Audrey wailed, jumping in her seat. When her ass came back down to the chair, my entire body was squished into a pancake. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I just decided to focus on the happy news. Nate was taking Chrissy out. Finally.

Audrey inquired as to how he asked her, and Nate sheepishly provided all the details. 

“I’m actually meeting her tonight,” he said.

“Oooooh, date night, huh?!” Brooke teased.

“Can I take the car tonight, B?”

“You don’t have to ask me lil’ bro. Car’s yours.”

“I’m older than you,” he sniped back. “But thanks. I’m heading out, see you guys later.”

“By two minutes,” I heard Brooke mutter.

It was nice to hear my kids mostly getting along. 

“Should I go tell Dad?” he asked. 

“Nope, I’ll let you tell him tomorrow. Congratulations, sweetie!”

I heard Nate wordlessly leave, after which Audrey said she’d clean up since Brooke cooked most of the meal. She didn’t argue. She thanked her mom and told her that her friends were coming to pick her up. 

We had the house to ourselves. Well, Audrey had the house to herself. I had the inside of her panties to myself. She cleaned up the entire kitchen with me still fused to her bum. Whatever they’d cooked, it must have needed many pots since it took her forever to finish. 

“Audrey!” I yelled, only to get a mouthful of sweat.

It was no use. She wasn’t going to let me out until she was good and ready. Once she began loading the dishwasher, my bladder was aching for release. So, I changed my approach, hoping she would take my pleas for mercy seriously.

“Mommy! Please! I have to pee!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. 

No answer.

“Mommy! Please!”

No answer. 

“MOMMY!”

No answer.

Frustrated with her shenanigans, I released my bladder, not caring what the consequences would be. The warmth in my crotch soon turned cold and clammy. But at least I didn’t have to pee anymore.

An incomprehensible amount of time later, I was yanked from my panty prison back into the light and back into Audrey’s arms. We were in our bathroom, and she was staring down at me with a knowing look.

“You peed, didn’t you?”

Too tired to even attempt to lie, I simply nodded.

“I knew I felt something back there.”

“Why’d you do that, Audrey?”

She lowered me into the already filled sink. The water was warm. 

“I don’t know, Desmond. I guess it was nice to hear someone call me…Mommy again. The kids are practically grown up now, and it’s been forever since you and I, well, you know.”

“I don’t understand,” I said.

She squirted shampoo on my head and began to rub it in. I closed my eyes in pleasure. I always loved it when she massaged my whole head with only a few fingers.

“I just wanted you to play along and be my baby. Even if I was just for a few minutes. I miss being a Mommy sometimes. Why couldn’t you just play along?”

“Because, Audrey. We have kids of our own now. It’s weird. I really don’t want to slip up in front of them.”

“Ah hah! So, you admit you’re still into roleplaying as my baby. You just don’t want to make it weird for the kids.”

“Sure,” I said, the suds running down my neck.

“Fair enough,” she said. “We’ll talk about this more when they go away for college.”

Since Audrey felt emboldened to revisit an old fetish, as we were settling into bed, I now felt confident enough to revisit my ultimate fetish. Being ludicrously tiny in the face of a giant woman. Sure, being a foot tall in the presence of someone as big as Audrey was sensational. But being a foot tall in the presence of someone as ludicrously huge as Jackie today awoke something in me. My size fetish was always there, and I’d asked Audrey to indulge it several times before. She always declined. And, for the most part, I could accept that. 

But now, it was different. I knew Jackie was around. I knew she wanted to be around me. I could achieve the crushing bliss of feeling utterly small and insignificant with Jackie at the drop of a hat. I had her number in my phone. She lived right next door, something Audrey didn’t know yet. I felt guilty for even thinking about striking up anything with her, even if it wasn’t overtly sexual. Even if it was just being loomed over. Even if it was just her parading her 13-foot-tall body around me. It was still wrong. 

But I could achieve the same feeling of belittlement I so desired with Audrey, if only she agreed to shrink me. But I couldn’t just ask nicely. I had to offer up something she wanted. Reciprocity. But before I could say anything, she piped up.

“Hey, after I pulled you from the mud, you said we needed to talk. What’s on your mind?”

What was on my mind at the time was Jackie and how we should deal with her. But what was on my mind now was my singular goal of becoming tiny and getting off in the process. 

“I was thinking about, um, maybe discussing how we can both be happy…sexually. Can we maybe compromise on the whole…Mommy thing?” I asked, lying on a pillow as long as me. 

She picked up her bookmark and slid it in, closing her novel and putting it on her nightstand. I had her attention.

“Are you not happy?” she asked.

“Audrey, you know I have…desires. But sometimes I feel like you don’t want the same things as me sometimes.”

She raised her eyebrow, urging me to be more specific.

“I want to be tiny.”

“You are tiny.”

She was playing dumb, and I was starting to get annoyed.

“I know I’m tiny, OK. You know what I mean, Audrey. I want to be miniscule. I want to pretend you’re like 100 feet tall. I want to disappear into your breasts. I want what we used to have, honey.”

She crossed her arms over her boobs, nearly causing them to leap out from her shirt. She stared straight ahead for a moment until she looked back at me. 

“All the things we used to do were dangerous. You being an inch tall in my shirt? Remember when you almost drowned in my milk at the airport?”

“Yeah, but it was fine.”

“It was fine because we got lucky! We have kids now, Des! What if I shrink you down to an inch tall right now, forget where you are and accidentally sit on you? Huh?! Have you even thought about all the accidents that could happen?! You have to think about more than just yourself!”

I was floored. She effectively turned it around on me, arguing that I was the selfish one for finally being open and honest with my desires. I was furious at the way she was portraying me, as if I didn’t care about our kids. But my desire to be small outweighed my desire to argue with her. 

“Fine, an inch is too small. How about three inches? And I’ll call you Mommy for the rest of the night. I promise.”

“No,” she said resolutely.

“Six inches?”

“That’s still too dangerous. I could still kill you at that height!”

“And you couldn’t kill me at my current height?! We’ve coexisted this long together! Don’t you trust me to be careful? Don’t you trust us to be careful? We’ve been doing this since college!”

She took my chin in her hand and pulled me closer, my head resting on her shoulder.

“This isn’t just about the kids, Desmond. I love you. I love you so much that I can’t imagine spending a day without you, let alone the rest of my life without you. I don’t want to take unnecessary risks. When you’re a foot tall, I don’t feel like I have to walk on eggshells as much. Don’t you understand my point of view?”

I exhaled, letting out a long, despondent sigh. I wasn’t going to get what I wanted, so I gave up. Not wanting to ruin our night, I leaned in close and planted a kiss on the love of my life’s cheek.

“Yes,” I said, after breaking the kiss, “I understand. I love you too. I know it must be hard having me for a husband sometimes. I bet you wish I was normal sized.”

“No, that’s not true. I love you at any size, but I really enjoy you at this size. You’re big enough for me to talk to you normally, which I love. But you’re small enough to be irresistibly cute. And of course, you fill up my pussy so perfectly.”

I knew what she was doing. She was trying to convince me to go inside her. 

“I’m exhausted, Audrey. Can’t we do that tomorrow?”

“Oh, now you’re exhausted. Five minutes ago, you were ready to shrink down to an inch tall and scale my boobs like they were mountains.”

She caught me. I was legitimately tired. Every muscle and bone in my body was aching. From being in Jackie’s breasts twice today, to nearly drowning in a mud slide, I was running on empty. But I would have persisted if she shrunk me. I wasn’t as keen to be rammed into her pussy like a dildo.

“I promise, I’ll do this with you tomorrow, OK?”

“Come on, Des. I need you now.”

“Don’t you have other dildos?”

“Sure, I do. but you’re the best dildo I have, sweet thing. And I didn’t even have to buy you.”

I was a bit ticked at the fact that she basically reduced me to a dildo, but I realized that I was the one who introduced the comparison in the first place. Ultimately, I wanted to make her happy. She worked just as hard as me, and she needed release too. After she was done with me, I’d ask for a blow job.

“OK, fine.”

“Oh my god, yes,” she purred, “I was looking forward to this all day.”

Audrey took me and held me underneath her touchless lube dispenser. I’d gotten it for her several Christmases ago, and its main draw was that it perpetually kept her lube warm. She said I felt so much better when I entered her hot. 

As soon as the machine recognized my presence, it automatically squirted the warm liquid all over me until I was drenched in heavy goop. Before I could even wipe my mouth and nose, I was whizzed over to Audrey’s already glistening sex. I never got tired of seeing her body anticipate my entrance, even if it was exhausting to penetrate her. 

With one hand wrapped firmly around my chest, she held me feet first above her. I stiffened my lower half, readying myself. It might have been a casual, daily sex act for my wife. But for me, it was a rigorous ordeal.

She didn’t ask if I was ready because by now, if I wasn’t, that was my fault. She drove me into her pussy with astounding force, my body disappearing inside her up to my bellybutton on the first thrust. It went like this for a while, and I gradually settled into a rhythm. In, pause, out. In, pause, out. 

But my rhythm was disrupted when she wanted me deeper. So instead of pulling me nearly all the way out, she kept me mostly inside her, making me vanish up to my chin. Her juices quickly mixed with the lube and soon I didn’t know what I was tasting/breathing anymore. 

As her pussy got wetter, her moans got louder, and I got drowsier. It appeared that the burdens of the day were finally catching up with me. The shock of seeing Jackie for the first time in over twenty years, the additional shock of being inserted in between her mini planets of boobs. Not to mention that I then worked all day, survived a mudslide and being inside Audrey’s panties for over an hour.

So, given all the hardships I had faced, my body began to give out, slowly but surely. My eyelids were getting heavy, my muscles were relaxing. My cock wasn’t even hard anymore, which was a first. I was always hard when I was inside Audrey, but today was different. I’d been drained of nearly all my energy. 

It didn’t take long for Audrey to notice my rapid decline in participation. She tapped my head a few times until I came to from being half awake. 

“Honey, come on, you’re going limp,” she said with no sympathy.

“I’m sorry, but I’m—”

She just kept thrusting me, lightly tapping me every time she saw me losing consciousness. I wished she would just stop and sub me out for a dildo that doesn’t get tired. But I knew that once she was in the throes of getting fucked by her husband’s little body, she couldn’t necessarily think straight. 

I dug deep and somehow found the last bits of verve I had left. I didn’t have the energy to try to squirm or kick or somehow move her to orgasm quicker. But I was now able to stay awake and stay hard for her. I wanted to please her, even if I desperately wanted to be done.

And I did please her. Just under a minute later, with my renewed temporary strength, she blasted out an orgasm. She squealed, instantly making me happy. I did good. Though, it wasn’t over yet. Audrey’s fingers were still sort of around my body, and I was still firmly lodged up to my waist in her pussy. For a second I thought that she was gonna go again. That thought scared the hell out of me, so I quickly began wriggling my way out from her. Soon, her hand unfurled from my chest and flopped down to the mattress.

Is she asleep?

I put my hands on her pubic mound and pushed as hard as I could, ignoring my stinging muscles. I eventually slid out from her and fell face first onto our sticky comforter. On impact, my cock hardened a bit. I had a second wind, and now, I was really craving a blowjob. 

“Hey, honey can you—?”

Audrey was fast asleep. Her mouth was agape and there was already a droplet of drool forming at the corner of her lip. In a show of frustration, I kicked her squishy leg, knowing she wouldn’t wake up anyway. I then climbed her thigh and walked to a remote corner of the bed, where I would masturbate and fall asleep.