Trish lay on top of her floral bedspread, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She was breathing heavily as she dropped her vibrator to her side and savored the afterglow. But as was becoming more and more true as time went on, that post-orgasmic bliss vanished before she was ready. If she didn't have to go to work she could have worked off her urges again, but this morning didn't give her the luxury.
"At least it's Friday," she said aloud to her empty home as she began getting dressed. The words echoed down the hall.
She slipped on a conservative gray D-cup bra. Plain white panties covered by a knee-length gray skirt and a white blouse. Trish sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. Turning sideways to check out her thick backside helped her spirits a little; she knew at forty-seven she was still turning heads. In her younger days she'd done some bikini modeling and the adventurous part of her wished she had never stopped.
With a bagel in hand for the drive to work Trish left home. Just like everything else in her life, even the radio talk-shows just weren't enough to get her out of this funk she'd been living in. Two months ago her son Jeff had left for college. He only came home to visit every other weekend. She thought it could be more often, but he enjoyed school and 'the other side of town' was half an hour's drive away on a good day. The single mother was having a difficult time adjusting to being an empty nester.
"I love my job, I love my job," she mumbled to herself as she rode in the elevator to the law firm where she worked as a secretary. And it was true, she did enjoy her work. She was kept busy, paid well, and enjoyed her coworkers.
But her life was missing something. A spark that hadn't been there since her ex-husband had decided China looked better than Wisconsin.
The morning breezed by at work. Clients came and left, packages were dropped off, correspondence sent out. Before Trish knew it, she was eating lunch and taking a step she had been debating for some time now: online dating.
Trish opened her phone's app store, determined to download Tinder and at least start getting her thrills from other people. Some of her coworkers had used it and even when they weren't satisfied with the sex from their impromptu partners they still loved how exciting it had been to meet with someone and barely make eye contact before getting bent over a table.
After typing 'Tinder' into the search bar Trish surveyed the results. Obviously, the real thing was the first result, but the third one had caught her eye.
"Tiny Tinder?" she asked herself quietly. The break room was empty, or she might not have had the courage to click on it if she knew someone might look over her shoulder.
Microphelia was something Trish had always been interested in. Half of her masturbation fantasies involved her playing with a giant's raging erection that towered far above her. When she was feeling really dirty she fantasized about slipping herself into that massive cock and masturbating in his testicles until he shot her out with his load into a tissue that got tossed straight into the trash. Her included.
She shook her head, sending some of her blonde hair into disarray, to knock herself out of that fantasy. The last thing she needed was to start getting really horny at work. Or at least horny could wait until the day was almost over.
As she nibbled on her salad, she read the description of the 'Tiny Tinder' app. At first it seemed like a role-playing app, which she would have enjoyed. But on reading the reviews it seemed like it was the real deal!
"Have you ever seen a dick twice as tall as you are?" - makemesmall420
“Best. Vibrator. Ever.” – woofy7
"She ate me and we both had the time of our lives!" - sudonimm18
Throwing caution to the wind Trish downloaded the app. She had just enough time to head to the bathroom to get a picture of her tight pussy to use as a profile picture before she went back to work. When she had a few moments free at her computer she finished setting up the app and threw her profile out there to the wide world.
Five minutes later her phone vibrated quietly on her desk.
Jeff yawned in the back row of the lecture hall. So far half of college had been a review of things he'd learned in high school and failed to hold his attention for long. He'd been having plenty of fun though; he was lucky enough to get a single dorm room that he was rarely alone in.
This was partly due to his looks. At six-foot even he was taller than most guys, with a strong chin and short black hair that made him look like an action star from the nineties. But it was also in part due to the rumor mill at school. Once he'd nailed his first cheerleader, she'd spread the word about his manhood and stamina.
Now he was so tired he was having trouble staying awake in class.
But when his phone buzzed in his pocket he perked right up. He discreetly slipped it out of his jeans pocket and opened his notifications. Jeff quickly read the message and typed out his reply.
He'd tried Tinder and had a blast. Bumble, not quite as much. And the college dating scene was pretty full of girls more than willing to spend a night in his room.
But he wanted something more. Something new. And Tiny Tinder made it happen.
Jeff had only met two women on Tiny Tinder so far, and it had exceeded his expectations by far. Part of him had only expected a dedicated role-playing scenario. But when the app had actually brought his giant and tiny toy fantasy to life? Now he was a believer.
And tonight, he'd get to play with another tiny woman that didn't realize once she shrank she was just a toy. Until, and if, he said any different.
That evening found Trish waiting nervously in a hotel room on the east side of town. She'd gotten there early and now the waiting was driving her insane. The blonde checked her phone one more time; he was on his way!
Then, one minute before the time they'd agreed upon to meet up, her phone buzzed. Quickly she grabbed it, hands shaking from the nerves and excitement.
"Giant incoming! Shrink now?" the Tiny Tinder app asked her. Trish tapped the notification and the app opened, showing her a sliding rule that went from one to one hundred.
"Here goes nothing!" Trish said to herself. Her shaking thumb pressed down on the slider, and she slid it to the left.
It went past seventy-five. Trish paused, waiting to feel something. When nothing happened she rolled her eyes and laughed at herself. Of course this wasn't going to shrink her, how could it?
She slid the slider further left, past fifty. Just as she was going to pull her thumb off and triple-check that the door was propped slightly open she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. Startled, her thumb slid further left on the phone before she dropped it to the floor.
"Whoa!" she said aloud as the world swam around her. She felt her short dress grow rapidly around her, and when she reflexively looked upward it appeared as though the ceiling was shooting upward away from her. Trish couldn't help but flail her arms as the bed briefly disappeared from underneath her thick backside, but a moment later she felt herself land on the spread, covered in the red fabric she'd been wearing moments earlier.
Trish took a moment to catch her breath as she realized what had happened.
"Holy shit!" Trish said to herself, holding the fabric of her dress over her head so that she could see. "This is amazing! It actually worked!"
Then she realized that she only had a couple of minutes, at most, before her giant arrived. She scrambled, lost among the sea of red fabric, heading for what she hoped was the neck hole. Despite her diminutive stature she felt strong, and even though the dress was now far larger than she was it moved easily when she pushed it out of her crawling way.
Moments later she found her exit through one of the sleeves. From her new vantage point the hotel room was massive, the bed a sea colored in the neutral white of hotel sheets. The pillows impossibly far away, the television a distant mountain.
Knowing her greatest fantasy was about to come true, Trish licked her pointer finger and slid her hand down to her exposed pussy. She'd made sure she was shaved for this even though her giant might not notice or even care. She was wet from anticipation as she lightly rubbed her clit, preparing herself for her giant's arrival.
Then she heard the sound she'd been waiting for: the doorknob turned. The door squeaked slightly as a massive figure opened it. The soft click of a door shutting, the heavy sound of a deadbolt turning to secure some privacy.
"You here?" called out a booming voice. Her giant was speaking at a normal tone; he didn’t know that she'd already shrank. But where did Trish know this voice from?
"There you are," said Jeff as he turned the corner to see the rest of the hotel room. His toy had actually picked a decent hotel, which was a nice change from his dorm room.
On the corner of the bed was a red dress, carelessly tossed there by someone. A phone lay on the floor, half propped up by the black stilettos it had landed on. And there, next to the dress, was what he had come for: a little blonde woman maybe three inches tall.
He smiled down at her as he approached the bed, enjoying the moment before he started his party. The tiny was already touching herself but seemed stunned looking up at him. Was this her first time shrinking? Jeff would certainly make it memorable for her.
"I hope you're ready for this, you little slut," Trisha heard her son say as he peered down at her. She was frozen on the bed, unsure how to react. There was no way this was going down the way they had talked on the app. What were the odds that she'd pair with her own son?
“You’re my little toy until I let you go. If I decide to, that is,” he said with chuckle.
The tiny yelled something at him and waved her arms. Jeff knew excitement when he heard it. The little woman was jumping up and down, making her breasts and blonde hair bounce. It was as if she knew exactly what he wanted from his little sluts.
"Ready or not, here I come!" he said to his little toy as he pulled off his shirt. When she kept squealing he just smiled. By the time he was pulling off his pants and underwear he was fully erect. Each time he'd played with a shrunken woman they'd had the same effect on him – instant erection.
"Jeff!" Trish screamed at her son as he started getting undressed. She jumped up and down to get his attention. "Jeff it's me, your mother!" she screamed again.
For a moment they made eye contact and she was sure this would end. A nightmare of a situation for both of them, never to be spoken of again. And she'd never pick up another dating app as long as she lived. Probably.
Then he just smiled down at her and her hopes faded. Nothing in his eyes said he recognized her as anything other than the tiny fuck toy she'd promised to be. All her dirty talk earlier ran through her mind as she desperately thought of how she was going to get out of this. Oh, why hadn't she requested a face picture before she told the random man on the phone that she wanted to feel a cumshot large enough to knock her over?
She’d been too mesmerized of the idea of that massive uncircumcised cock towering over her when the picture popped up on her phone.
The phone! Where was the phone? Trish looked about desperately, not seeing it near her dress. She ran awkwardly on top of the blanket, hoping against hope that she could find it quickly. If she could reach it she could unshrink herself before...
From what seemed like a thousand feet above her she heard a sound she'd never forget. A zipper a mile long being undone. The inch-tall blonde stopped running like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. Terrified, Trish looked upward at her shirtless son. He was looking down at her with a smile on her face that she could only describe as predatory. She was no longer a person to share an experience with in his eyes; just like he'd told her on the phone, she was his little fuck toy until he decided otherwise.
Her eyes traveled down his toned chest and belly, followed the happy trail of hair down to where it entered the waistband of his underwear. Then he was pulling his pants down, bringing the boxers with them. A monster was released.
Trish gasped as the length of Jeff's cock was revealed. Far above her it seemed larger than a city bus, and as more of it was freed from his underwear it fell horizontally. The bulbous head seemed too large to fit on the long shaft, covered as it was by his foreskin.
"No no!" Trish mumbled to herself as more of the monstrous flesh was revealed. Seeing a massive cock towering over her was everything she could have hoped for, and part of her only recognized it as the fulfillment of her fetish. That she had agreed to this and even shrunk herself willingly.
But the rational part of her knew this had to stop. She couldn't do this.
Then the cock was free and Jeff leaned forward slightly, positioning his cock over the tiny. From that far away all he could hear were squeaks of excitement even though his seven-inch cock blocked out the sight of his little blonde toy.
Of course, he didn't need to know where she was to get the action going. With a finger he lifted his cock upward, then let it go as he leaned forward onto the bed rapidly. There was a startled scream that was rapidly cut off as Jeff felt the tiny get smashed under his cock. With a laugh he put all the weight he could manage onto his cock, driving the little slut into the blankets.
"Yeah, that's my little bitch," he said, directing his voice down to the tiny as he started to thrust his hips into the bed, dragging her along for the ride with each thrust. "I know we talked about a safe word," he said aloud to no one in particular, "but I lied. You're not here for your fantasy, you're here to be my little cum rag."
Jeff felt the tiny stop struggling under him for a moment. His words must have reached her tiny ears despite the tons of throbbing flesh above her. Then her struggling redoubled. With a groan Jeff started to thrust his cock against her once more.
"Mmmpphf!" was all the response Trish could muster. She'd been too terrified of his massive cock to get out of the way, if that were even possible at her size. Now her son's cock was all she could comprehend.
She knew from what they'd discussed that he was doing his best to pound her into the bed, but there was no time for her to think about her situation. Jeff's cock was pushing her down far harder than she could possibly resist, though she couldn’t help but try even though she knew her struggles would only turn him on.
The cock thrust upward, his skin rubbing hard on hers. Luckily the shrinking process had made her incredibly durable, so when the cock rubbed back down her entire body she didn't break anything. She simply got a mouth full of cock when she tried to scream as the friction heat grew between them.
It grew hotter and hotter as Jeff's cock slid up and down on her. She may have been durable, but she grew more and more scared as Jeff's strokes picked up speed. Trish may not have been crushable, but the heat was growing to the point of pain.
Just as she was sure she would burst into flame, Jeff stopped humping. Trish still didn't have enough room to take a real breath, but she got a full, long sniff of his cock. There was a faint hint of soap mixed with ball sweat that she had been hoping to experience....just not like this.
Determined to tell her son that they had to stop, Trish's thoughts raced furiously. Then after a long moment where she thought Jeff may have fallen asleep the cock started to drag down her body slowly. Just as she felt the weight start to lessen, she opened her eyes and found herself staring into the eye of her son's massive cock. She started to scream and threw her hands up to try and keep the cock away from her.
"Open up you little whore!" Jeff said loudly to the tiny as he revealed her form under his cock. She started to yell up to him, obviously wanting what he was about to give her.
The tiny tickled the tip of his cock nicely with her hands and feet as he grasped the base. With a slow and deliberate stroke he milked his cock, pushing the tip against the tiny’s face. The little blonde's head slipped into his urethra just as the first drops of precum started to leak outward.
"Yeah, good little bitch, drink it up like the whore you are," Jeff said as he milked himself onto her. The first stroke covered her head in his slick, salty precum, and the second stroke was dragged down her torso. With his toy now covered in his natural lubricant Jeff climbed off the bed and turned to finish taking his pants and underwear off.
Sputtering, Trish knew what was going to happen if Jeff got ahold of her. Covered in his precum she rolled to her stomach. She tried to get to her feet and slipped due to the copious amounts of fluid she was almost swimming in. Trish screamed as she fell and got a mouthful of the liquid.
If it hadn't been her son's she would have let herself enjoy the taste and heat it brought. Instead she spit as much out as she could and managed to get to her feet. She wiped her eyes clear as best as she could and ran, unknowing and uncaring of what direction she was moving in.
Now completely naked, Jeff turned back toward the bed and saw that his toy was eagerly making her way toward the pillow. He laughed to himself, seeing how she was leaving a dark trail of his fluids on her way. Jeff let her run for a little longer as he stroked himself lightly.
"Here I come you little bitch," he said as he climbed onto the bed. She kept running, clearly as eager to be used as he was to use her. On all fours he crawled upward rapidly, carefully aiming his cock at her back.
He felt the tip contact her and drive her once more into the bed. Then he rolled onto his back and rapidly shifted his hips so that he landed in front of the eager little toy. She didn't stop running, eager as ever, so he lifted his cock just enough to allow her to run straight into his ball sack.
Trish was still wiping her eyes of her son's salty pre-emission when she ran into something hot. And soft. And sweaty in just that perfect way...
"No!" she said to herself as she rebounded backward off of her son's titanic testicles. "He's your son!" she yelled at herself. Knocked off balance Trish fell onto her ample backside and onto her back.
Just as she stood to turn and run a hand far larger than herself scooped her up.
"Oof!" Trish yelled as the wind was knocked out of her. The hand didn't bother to wrap her up, instead she felt herself be slammed against something massive and hot. Jeff's cock.
With the tiny firmly in place, Jeff started stroking himself. She was slick with his precum already so there wasn't any of the painful friction he'd experienced with his first Tiny Tinder meetup. He forced himself to go slower than he wanted; they had the room until tomorrow.
"Now down to what you came here for, you little slut!" he said as he pulled her body up and down along his raging erection. She did what she could for him as he used her like the sex toy she was, but even her best little movements were nothing compared to the knowledge that he had a tiny little bitch whose only purpose was to make his cock feel better while he jerked it.
The room was silent but for the slapping sound of skin on skin as Jeff pleasured himself. Trish tried to scream through his fingers, but he was squeezing her too tightly. As she was yanked up and down she grew lightheaded, and helplessly fought for all she was worth.
Then he started talking to her and despite herself she felt a heat from between her legs. Heat that had nothing to do with the friction between the two of them.
"You like that you dirty bitch?" Trish heard over the *SCHLICK* and *SCHLOCK* sounds of her body bringing her son pleasure. "This is what you came for, right?" A slower upstroke milked more precum that leaked onto her head and seeped into her mouth as she tried to yell a reply.
"Oh yeah you little cunt, here it comes!" Jeff yelled as he felt the point of no return quickly approaching. He grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and situated his toy in the middle of it.
Trish felt the rhythmic stroking change in patterns just as Jeff yelled he was about to cum. Then something white and soft surrounded her and held her still away from the towering pulsating meat. She'd just gotten used to the up and down stroking motion, now being held steady upset her stomach. She had enough room to roll on her side to try and get her stomach under control.
"Oh, you just wanna feel someone cumming on your back, huh?" Jeff said to her as he saw her start to roll over onto his hand. A quick flick of the wrist finished the movement for her just as he started to erupt.
"Unngh!" he said unconsciously as he started to cover his tiny with jizz. The first shot missed her to the left, and he saw her reflexively jerk away from it. At one-inch tall that would have looked like a sticky globule the size of a couch. He didn't miss with the next, or the one after that. Immediately she was covered in the hot sticky fluid.
"Oooh!" Trish moaned as she felt the heat of her son's seed start to cover her body. The first blast had missed her, but the second had covered her entire back in a wave of heat and fluid. The heat between her legs reacted accordingly and she couldn't help but slip a hand between her legs. Part of her noted that it was lucky she did that early, because as the semen kept shooting onto her she was too weighed down to move. Trish was lucky she wasn't literally drowning in semen.
Everything about this was so wrong but she couldn't stop herself. She was finally living her fantasy, being used like a cheap sex toy. Treated like the little slut that her ex-husband never could bring himself to do. Yes it was her son, but her lust was too strong to resist.
Just one orgasm, she told herself. Then I'll find a way out of this.
Jeff kept stroking himself as spurts five, six, and seven kept coming. His cock still twitched enough to get one more tiny squirt of semen onto his toy. With a sigh as his orgasm faded Jeff milked his cock one last time to get one last glob of semen to fall onto the covered little blonde.
He laughed as he saw her form entirely surrounded by his semen. He wiped the tip of his cock on the tissue then climbed off the bed, being careful not to let the semen slide off the side of the tissue. With his soaked toy in hand he walked to the bathroom.
Trish was close, so close, as she furiously rubbed her clit that she didn't notice the world moving around her. She was lost in her fantasy, swimming in cum, being used, being nothing more than a toy. But she did notice when Jeff casually dumped her into the bathroom sink.
She only had time to let out a startled squeak before she hit the side of the white porcelain. The shock pulled her back from the edge of her orgasm and just as she realized what happened Jeff turned on the cold water. Instantly she felt ice cold and the semen that remained on her congealed. She opened her mouth to scream and just got a blast of chlorinated water for her efforts.
"You know, the first little cunt I beat it with just went straight into the trash can," Jeff said with some regret. He roughly grabbed her with two fingers and rubbed her skin to get the rest of his cum off of her. "The second one showed me how durable you little sluts really are."
With that statement he turned on the hot water. Almost instantly Trish's world turned from arctic to boiling. She tried to scream but again it was a wasted effort. Trish felt her entire body get hotter and hotter, far past the point where she would have passed out if she were full size.
Then she heard the toilet flush and the water stopped. Before she even had time to check herself for burns Jeff's massive hand encircled her again. He lightly flicked her body to shake her dry and quickly walked back into the main room.
When Trish got her bearings again they were back on the bed. Far away from her she could see the television had been turned on and Jeff had already found the porn channels. Another wave of heat flooded through her body as she watched the woman on the screen have a cock roughly shoved down her throat. Frustration flew through her mind as she remembered how close she had been to cumming before being dropped in the sink and cleaned like a cheap sex toy.
"Like I said, that second little cunt gave me a lot of ideas," Jeff told her from behind as he maneuvered her in his hand to get a grip on each of her legs.
"What?" Trish yelled out as she felt her legs be gripped, his fingers surprisingly cold as her legs were still incredibly hot from the sink. She pulled her eyes away from the couple on the television and looked down.
"Oh no," she said to herself as she remembered one of the many things Jeff had told her he would do to her little slutty body when she gave herself to him for use.
Somehow Jeff was already erect again and she was positioned directly over the top of his cock. His foreskin was still wet from his first ejaculation. Trish tried to escape his fingers but all she heard was a faint laugh from her son and his instructions to keep doing that when she was fully mounted.
With his toy in position Jeff pulled hard outward on her legs. He heard a satisfying faint scream and quickly pulled her downward as he saw her bottom half stretch obscenely. A real person would have been torn in half. But a condom was made to take this sort of treatment. However, unlike a real condom Jeff had learned that it was better to pull a tiny on as fast as one could. The lubricant he'd applied in the bathroom helped with that.
Just before she contacted the head of his cock Jeff tilted her body backward and used his thumbs to spread her ass apart. Even at full size he would have loved to be in her ass and he wasn't going to miss this opportunity.
"No Jeff we can't! I'm your mother!" she tried to scream up to him. Rubbing her on his cock had been bad enough but this was too far. Even in her horny, orgasm-denied mind she knew they couldn't do this.
Jeff smiled to himself as he heard the tiny yell enthusiastically.
"Oh yeah you little bitch, you wanted some random cock now I'm gonna stuff you like the whore you are."
With that said, Jeff pulled harder to make sure he was spreading the correct hole then pulled her down onto himself. For a moment his bulbous head merely pressed hard against the impossibly tiny anus it was trying to slide into. Then with a 'pop!' he was in. The heat was incredible; he'd been right that getting her hot beforehand would feel good. Just like heating up a conventional stroker.
The tiny's form slid halfway down his shaft on his first tug. Jeff rolled his eyes into his head. This tiny gripped his cock so hard if he hadn't lubed up he would have had trouble getting her on. Her little screams were cut off as he yanked again, sliding her down until he felt her wildly stretched asshole gripping his base.
Jeff took a moment to admire his handiwork. The little whore was mounted and stretched skin-tight onto his rod. What had been an inch-tall woman was now stretched thin enough over himself that he was sure he wouldn’t lose any sensation if he really did use her as a condom with a full-size woman. Her head was positioned just over his urethra and somehow was only slightly deformed compared to the rest of her body.
"Hey you little slut," he said to her, "Should I keep you and use you as a condom until you finally wear out?"
Trish had no way to reply of course. The massive cock inside of her filled her entire world. She wasn't a fan of anal at full size, but now she had no choice. She tried to use her arms to grab something. Anything. But they only flopped comically as they jutted out from her son’s cock. The only part of her that seemed to be working was her mind and her lust.
Jeff ignored her reflexively flailing limbs; at their size they weren't very disruptive. Her arms looked plenty funny though. He flicked one of the little limbs, then laid his cock back enough that he could see her breasts. They were stretched too but they had been large enough that they provided a convenient handhold to use.
Her son's massive hand encircled his cock and her body. Trish tried to scream but couldn't. As the cock had slid incredibly far into her it had first pushed all her organs out of the way as it advanced upward. She'd screamed as she realized what was happening, but that scream was quickly cut off as her son's massive helmet almost immediately reached her ribcage.
There was a brief moment where she felt her ribs start to break, then he'd tugged her downward again. Her vision had shifted incredibly, as though she were looking through a wide-angle lens camera at the ceiling. She could feel that her head was the only part of her that he hadn't managed to slide his cock into, but with everything else stretched insanely her head was stretched too.
Oh my god this is really happening! Trish thought to herself as Jeff started stroking. The wrongness of it made her want to cry, but the sexiness of it made her wish she could reach her dripping cunt to masturbate.
"Alright you little cunt, let's make this one last!" Jeff said to her as he gripped her tightly and started to slide her up and down on his cock.
To say she felt wonderful on him would be an understatement. Every ridge and vein on his cock was gripped tightly by her stretched body, every nerve of his lit up with every inch he moved her. At first he stroked slowly, his eyes flickering back and forth between his tiny stretched out stroker and the girl on the television whose face was turning red as the man fucking her throat refused to let her come up for air.
"Yeah you little bitch, I knew you wanted my cock," Jeff said as he sped up his strokes. "I'm gonna cum so hard in you it'll leak out your slutty little eyeballs."
Up and down, up and down. He changed his stroke pattern, slow up, fast down, fast up, slow down. For half an hour Jeff used the little bitch just like the cock sleeve that she wanted to be.
At first, Trish was in hell. She couldn't control any part of her body and she was literally being used to jerk off her son's titanic cock. The sensations were nigh impossible to describe. At no point was she allowed to return to her normal proportions and the combined feeling of constant stretch and insane fulfillment was nigh indescribable. Pain. Heat. Stretch.
Time had no meaning for her as her whole world was dominated by her son's hand and cock. But soon she felt something other than horror and humiliation at the wrongness of her situation. A heat located just inside of her, under where the cockhead was nestled and moving inside what should have been her neck.
Precum. It had to be precum. And just as she felt that heat Trish's suspicions were validated: the taste of the salty viscous fluid filled her mouth as he leaked his precum into her. Sliding his cock into her ass had been an incredible feeling for him with an unintended side effect. He was essentially fucking her entire digestive tract, anus to mouth.
"Holy shit you little whore, you're so full of me you're leaking!" Jeff said with a laugh as he saw his precum start leaking out of her mouth.
And as the wonderful taste of precum filled her mouth Trish's pussy was suddenly on fire. She knew she couldn't resist this any longer; it may have been her son, but it was no use fighting. She'd wanted to be dominated and now she was being dominated more thoroughly than she'd ever imagined. Even in her darkest giant fantasy she'd never added in her own son.
As soon as her mind gave in and she let go of the wrongness of her son using her entire body as a stroker she came. She came hard. Jeff didn't notice, nor would he have cared, but to Trish it was the most mind-blowing orgasm she'd ever had. Her entire body quivered as her son's precum leaked out of her mouth and his cock filled her entire body.
Her orgasms just kept coming as he kept stroking, but soon part of her knew he was about to shoot; somehow the gargantuan cock was growing even stiffer.
"Oh you little bitch, ready for your second load of the night?"
Having seen how her open mouth leaked out his fluid, he knew he didn't want her to leak out any of his cum. Just as he felt his orgasm building up Jeff pinched the tiny's mouth shut.
"Not wasting any this time cunt!" he told her as his strokes picked up speed. "All the cum your little whore asshole can take, coming up!"
With that he blasted inside of her. Trish barely noticed as she was stretched by the sudden shots of nigh boiling cum deep inside of her. She barely noticed that he was pinching hard on her face, his fingers covering her entirely so that when the semen start shooting it had no option to escape out of her mouth. But her pussy noticed.
Her train of never-ending orgasms intensified as her body was filled with her son's cum. Had she been able to she would have passed out. If she could have stayed in this moment forever she would have. That far gone into her sexual fervor nothing else mattered.
Jeff's second orgasm was even larger than the first; this time he'd taken his time after working off the urge and initial excitement.
"Oh yeah you little bitch!" he said as he shot his load into the tiny condom. With her mouth pinched shut each shot took more pressure to release and it only made the orgasm stronger. He kept stroking up and down as he came, uncaring that his seed was starting to leak out through her stretched asshole and onto his balls.
Finally spent, Jeff took his hand off his cock. With a tired smile he looked down at the tiny condom still stuck on his cock, bouncing lightly with each heartbeat. He grabbed more tissues from the side table and started to clean himself up as his cock grew flaccid and his stroker started to slide upward and off his shaft at it grew more malleable.
Several minutes later he was soft enough that she popped off his cock and fell onto the blanket, a quivering mass of nerves and flesh. Jeff gave the tiny a good look.
"You look good covered in my load you little slut," he said to her as she laid there and twitched, still riding the wave of her constant orgasms. Her blonde hair was matted across her face, breasts heaving. With a finger he turned her over to look at her asshole.
Somehow it had already returned to its normal shape. Shrinking really was incredible, and she looked exhausted from the experience.
"Speaking of," Jeff said aloud as he started to feel the fatigue of the week sneaking up on him, "How about we call it a night?"
Trish was just starting to come out of her orgasmic fugue state when she felt the world shift around her again. She looked up just in time to see Jeff setting the phone down on the side table and for him to grow even larger than he had been. She gasped as she realized what was about to happen.
At one-quarter inch tall Jeff's toy was the perfect size.
"Climb in you little bitch," he told her as he laid his four-inch soft cock on the bed. To make his point even more clear he used two fingers to move his foreskin and hold open his still sticky urethra for him. With his other hand he pushed her now even smaller form closer and closer to his manhood.
When it was obvious she'd had enough of shrinking and didn't want to be cock vored, Jeff just smiled. Two fingers easily picked her up and he laid back on the bed. Carefully holding his cock vertical, he slid the tiny blonde into his urethra. She struggled wonderfully, but futilely. With one finger he pushed down lightly on her head and moaned as the little slut slid further in.
Then his cock did the rest of the job. Somehow sensing a meal, the tiny was pulled into the shaft.
This can’t be happening! Trish thought as she started to regain the ability to think. Not in time to do anything other than squirm of course; the cock eating her was already squeezing her shoulders tight, its rhythmic motions pulling her downward like a wet, sucking, sleeping bag. All around she could smell his semen.
Jeff tried to watch it all happen but she was just too small. He could feel her form be pulled down and down until there was a moment where he felt nothing at all. Then suddenly his left testicle felt a little heavier.
"Looking good down there you little cumslut! Get it straight from the source!" he said with a laugh, uncertain and uncaring if she could hear him. As he watched she started moving, his left testicle wiggling and sending pleasurable sensations up to his brain.
Jeff resisted the urge to masturbate again as he climbed under the covers. The toy was obviously having a great time and showed no signs of slowing down. Maybe he should plan a Tiny Tinder meetup with several women and cock vore them all next time? It would be quite the feeling to go to class with several tinies playing in his ball sack.
He laid his head on the pillow and grabbed the remote to turn off the TV. On it another girl was laying on her back with her head off the bed, about to receive a cock bigger than her forearm. With a sigh Jeff turned it off, then the lamp.
Moments later he fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
Trish tried to climb her way out of Jeff's balls, but with no light she had no idea where to start. There was so much semen and fluids around her that even moving was a challenge. Every attempt to climb up the side was stymied by the wet, yielding inside wall of her son’s testicles. No matter how hard she tried, she knew that the only thing she was accomplishing was to give her giant a light tickle to remind him that she was there.
Trish did her best to escape until exhaustion finally claimed her near midnight. Her son's heartbeat lulled her to sleep.
Jeff woke in the morning when a single beam of sun shone through the window blinds and landed on his closed eyes. With an annoyed grunt he scooted up in bed until he was leaning back against the backboard. For a moment he was confused as to where he was, then he felt a tingling in his balls. His morning wood was already present.
"I suppose I should let you out, huh?" he said, not knowing or caring if his little slut was even awake. Jeff turned on the television, which was still on the porn channel. A girl dolled up to look well under eighteen was getting her asshole licked by someone who was probably supposed to be the older stepmother.
"Perfect," he said as he started stroking himself. The woman in his balls woke up at some point in the process, beginning to move and providing a nice tickling sensation.
"Next time I'll make your whore ass a little bigger bitch," he said to her, "You better pick it up down there, I can barely feel you!"
Not that it really mattered. Jeff's morning orgasm was fast and mechanical; just about fulfilling the urge quickly before breakfast. If he’d had a girl over, he’d have been halfway to cumming inside her before she was fully awake. He came onto another tissue, an orgasm made stronger as his body somehow yanked the tiny out of his ballsack and ejected her with a load of semen. Someday he was going to squirt a tiny right into some freshman girl's ass.
With that out of the way Jeff crumpled up the tissue, tiny cunt still in it, and sat it on the side table. In a moment he’d toss her in the trash just like his first Tiny Tinder date. The second had probably been eaten by squirrels after he’d left her in the park at half an inch tall with some of his soda poured on her.
His date's phone vibrated as he sat up. Since she'd happily spent the night in his ballsack, he didn't think she'd mind if he checked it out.
A finger swipe unlocked her phone and--
"Holy shit!" he said as he saw the background. It was a picture of him and his mother at his high school graduation!
He quickly uncrumpled the tissue and looked at the tiny. She was struggling to free herself from the sticky fluid, but still far too small to identify beyond having blonde hair and admirable breasts. Since he'd never looked at his mother as a sexual person he honestly couldn't even remember if she had breasts or an ass so those weren't very helpful.
Jeff picked up the phone again as he picked the tiny out of the puddle of drying semen. He dropped his toy onto the blanket as he opened her Tiny Tinder app and slid the shrinking slider a little to the right. Moments later the tiny grew to roughly a foot tall.
"Mom?" Jeff asked as he finally saw who he had been using all night.
"Jeff! Oh my god I tried all night to get your attention!" she said, her voice now easily audible.
Jeff sat down on the bed, too shocked to bother trying to hide his nakedness from his mother. She didn't bother either; after last night there weren't many barriers they could cross anymore.
"I just thought what I was hearing was enthusiastic!" Jeff said to her as he looked down at her tiny naked form.
Wow, I never realized mom does have a smoking hot body, he thought to himself.
"No honey," Trish said to him as she struggled to stand. "I mean, yeah I kinda wanted this, but not from my own son!"
"Yeah," he said with a chuckle, "I kinda figured whoever I met on that app wanted to be treated like a little slut but I never thought it might be you! Have you always been on this?"
Trish's hand drifted south without her realizing it. She wiped some of his cum, which hadn't grown with her, off her shoulder and reflexively sucked it off her finger. She froze with embarrassment as she realized she'd just enjoyed eating her son's cum.
"Oh, I think you have!" Jeff said to her as he saw that act. Even though he'd just beat off his cock twitched, an action that Trish did not miss.
"Oh no," Trish said, "I wanted to try this shrinking thing," she waved her arms about to indicate what their situation, "But I didn't...I..." she tried to speak but was distracted by his growing cock. She could see shiny precum already at his tip.
Between her naked form and the two women on the television licking each other in the bathtub Jeff couldn't control himself. Even if he'd cared to try.
"You liked it, didn't you?" he said quietly, leaning forward to tower over her. "You liked being my little fucktoy didn't you?"
Trish tried to shake her head no. She really did. But her libido had other plans. She couldn't lie to her son.
"Jeff, I—no, you need to make me full size again…" she trailed off as he towered over her. At a foot tall he was still far larger than her, and even though he was close enough that she could have jumped and slapped his face she felt powerless. And then she saw his growing cock, as big as her leg and still growing, pulsing lightly with his heartbeat.
"No I--" but she knew she couldn't deny it any longer. She'd loved it.
Loved being slathered with her son's precum as he dragged her tiny body up and down his cock. Loved being covered in his seed, loved being stretched impossibly and used as a little stroker. Loved the horrifyingly sexy feeling of being pulled down into his hungry cock and spending the night in his balls.
And right now she couldn't take her eyes off his cock. At seven inches it would have been enough for a regular woman, but right now it was still over half as long as she was tall. And she knew she could take it.
Jeff saw where her eyes were, heard her pathetic attempts at denying the fun she'd had. And his own desire grew.
He shifted his weight forward and she fell backward, legs unintentionally spread. Without waiting Jeff grabbed her legs and pulled her on to himself.
“Do it!” she screamed up at him, abandoning any semblance of self-control as her spread legs shot toward his massive cock.
With a groan he felt her pussy finally slide onto his cock. She screamed in pleasure as she felt her love tunnel finally filled; last night he'd spent so much time in her ass she had barely realized her pussy had been neglected. He pulled and pushed on her until he felt his cock buried to the base.
"Oh you little bitch," he said as he looked down at her. The outline of his cock was visible all the way up to her ribcage. Using both hands he grabbed her tiny breasts and twisted them hard. She screamed and he thrust his cock forward again. There was nowhere to go but he couldn't help and try.
He heard her scream, this time distinctly in pleasure. He didn't have to interpret her sounds; it was obvious she was loving being so full of his cock she could barely breath.
Leaning over her and covering her entire body with his, Jeff put his hands on her little shoulders to keep her from moving. And they fucked.
Jeff rammed his cock in and out of Trish's tiny body as she screamed in nigh-constant orgasm. She was incredibly tight, not like last night when she was a cock-gripping stroker, but the tight pussy of a slut that needed cock more than she needed air.
"You're a tight little bitch!" he growled to her as he filled her with himself. Her torso deformed as his cock drove forward, expanding to accommodate his searing hot steel, then reformed almost instantly as he withdrew. Jeff fucked the little whore with abandon; the kind of raw passion one saw from animals at the zoo.
"Little cunt," he said, "Take it you bitch!" Push, pull. Ram, withdraw. "Yeah you little cock whore!"
Trish only managed one word before she lost the ability to speak: "More!" she screamed.
This was too intense, even compared to last night. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she lost control. It was too much; she came again and again as he used her like the fuck-toy that she was. A fuck toy lost in the pleasure of being used by a cock that filled half her body.
"Here it comes you little cum dump!" Jeff said, straightening up just enough to look his toy, his mother, in the eyes as his pumping grew erratic.
Trish heard her son say he was going to cum and found the will to open her eyes. He was far above her, but they locked eyes just as he came. With a groan he shoved himself into her as far as he could go and as Trish tried to keep her eyes on his she felt her chest expand impossibly, blooming from the heat and size of his load.
She screamed as she came a final time, her tiny cry overshadowed by Jeff's grunts. He jerked three, four times inside of her, filling her so completely she knew she'd never feel so satisfied again.
Their eyes stayed linked as he came and they shared the ultimate moment together, both satisfied in ways they didn’t know could be possible.
As Jeff withdrew from her for the final time, they both groaned aloud knowing they'd just shared something special.
Jeff's seed leaked out of Trish once again as they both caught their breath. For a moment neither spoke.
Then at the same time they both broke the sweaty silence.
"This can never happen again," Trish tried to say as Jeff's voice rolled over hers.
"So, you want to be a fuck-toy, huh?" he said to her, taking her phone in his hand. He clearly hadn’t heard her.
Trish looked up at him, waiting to be returned to full size and wondering what would happen next. Would they go back to their lives and regret this when their urges were gone? Would they never talk again? Would they wish this happened again and again?
For a moment it appeared Jeff was having the same thoughts. Then his finger swiped across the screen of her phone.
"If anyone is gonna own you, it's gonna be me," he said with a tone that allowed no arguing as Trish felt her body shrink once more.
When Trish was done shrinking, Jeff picked her up, not bothering to be gentle. His fingertips were larger than her body; she couldn’t see and had no idea where she was being taken to. With a smile Jeff rolled back his sticky foreskin as far as it would go and sat her gently on the exposed meat of his softening cock.
She had just enough time to realize where she was before he let his foreskin slide over top of her. At four millimeters tall she wasn't going to be getting out of there until he let her out.
With his mother lightly tickling his cock Jeff got off the bed and found his clothes. He got dressed slowly, picking up her things at the same time and tossing them into the trash can. With the exception of her phone of course; if he lost that then his fuck toy would just be a foreskin ornament for the rest of time.
"Speaking of time," he said to himself as he slipped on his watch, "I better get to the game!"
Before he opened the hotel room door, he gave the room one last look over to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. As he did Jeff felt his mother move in his foreskin. With all his possessions intact, the satisfied freshman left.
Opening the Tiny Tinder app on his phone as he walked to his car, he located his mother's profile in his messages section.
"Five out of five," he said aloud as he typed. "Would use again."
Then he laughed to himself as he submitted the review.
"Will use again."