Zadie was very deliberate about her tiny passenger's size and her position. She wanted Sarah to be unable to do anything, but to feel everything, and Sarah was more than happy to oblige. The giantess wore a set of long-legged boyshorts, maybe a size too small, to make sure that Sarah would be well and truly trapped. So, facing upwards towards her navel, with her hands spread wide, she was all but hugging Zadie's dark brown vulva, her hands wrapped around where the soft flesh folded back into the insides of her thighs.

She was positioned perfectly, so her hands were trapped in the tight fold where the tendons on the insides of her legs met the soft flesh of her vulva. And so she got to feel those tendons flex, carrying her leg forward with every step; left, then right, then left, then right; every time she walked.

Her torso was just a bit shorter than the dark, wrinkly length of Zadie's vulva, so, curved as she was along the crotch of her panties, Sarah's bare feet were either touching or dangerously close to the giantess' asshole. She couldn't tell by feel alone, but she could tell that it was the powerful muscles of her butt that kept her legs pinned together, gripping her mercilessly from the knees down.

Zadie had one hell of an ass, and it was truly worthy of worship when she was shrunken. And she could feel it when she walked, too, the way that the muscle flexed powerfully and slowly every time her foot hit the ground, then relaxed as the weight came off, just in time for the other to flex in turn. Sarah felt the rhythmic flexing around her feet, the giantess' buttcheeks rubbing and squeezing her relentlessly.

And, of course, every time Zadie's foot hit the ground, her hips tilted. It was quick, it was subtle, and it would have been mesmerizing to watch if Sarah hadn't been trapped right in the middle of it. But, at her size, each step felt like it flung her sideways, slamming her mercilessly into the top of Zadie's thighs just as the impact of her foot hitting the ground sent ripples across the smooth flesh.

Put together, it was an incredible, indescribable symphony of motion that Sarah got to experience with her entire body all at once. From her incredibly sensitive position, she knew everything that Zadie's body was doing. But, with her faced pressed up hard against the wrinkled brown flesh of her labia, she had no idea what was actually going on.

And, when Zadie sat down for the first time, Sarah felt her goddess' weight pressing down on her through the world of soft, pliant flesh that enveloped her. Her arms and legs had nowhere to go, but the giantess' labia opened slightly, parting the dark brown to reveal a sliver of bright pink. And that thin sliver quickly became Sarah's entire world when Zadie shifted her hips back and pushed even more of her weight down on her shrunken slave.

She was fully enveloped in heat and wet. So much wet. Sarah had spent enough time on set with her coworker to know her body, and she knew that her very presence between Zadie's legs was making her dripping wet. She knew it from the slick, sucking way that the giantess' flesh schlick-schlicked around her body with every step, and she knew it from the seemingly infinite volume of salty, slimy fluid that seeped from every square inch of the world that surrounded her. The fluid that filled her mouth and sank down into her throat, deep into her lungs, with every breath.

Sarah honestly thought that Zadie would hardly make it an hour before she dove into her bed and used Sarah's tiny body as a sex toy. She was ready for it, she wanted it, but, to her surprise, Zadie didn't quite seem up to it just yet.

If anything, Zadie seemed determined to continue about her life heedless to the tiny woman trapped spread-eagled between her legs. Sarah had a keen awareness of when Zadie's legs lifted and when they hit the ground, but that told her absolutely nothing about what her goddess was doing. She thought that Zadie had just been tending to house chores, working herself up until she felt like masturbating with her living toy, until, to her surprise, she heard voices.

Not just any voices, either. It wasn't that Zadie was out in public, happening to walk within speaking distance of strangers who weren't interested in her. These were people that Zadie knew, and who knew her. Sarah couldn't make out more than a word or two at a time; the flesh that pressed up against her ears, and the noises of the giantess' body, especially when she moved, made it almost impossible to be fully aware of what was going on in the outside world. But Sarah could hear voices. She could know that they were male or female, and she could tell that their conversational, friendly tone was that of people who were speaking with someone that they knew personally.

And that someone was Zadie. She could feel Zadie speaking more than she could hear it, but she was still the only participant in any conversation whose words she could make out, and the words that she spoke told her that she wasn't just engaged in a bit of casual, secret exhibitionism. She was bringing her shrunken slave out into the real world and daring her friends to notice.

Notice me! Sarah dared the strangers. I'm right underneath your nose! But she was buried in flesh, trapped within the elastic prison of underwear, and hidden by who knew how many extra layers of clothing on top of that. She was a helpless prop in Zadie's secret exhibitionism. Only the giantess knew that there were two of them bound up in the same set of clothes, and nothing Sarah could do would change that.

The whole situation was making her wet, almost as wet as the woman whose fluids she had been breathing for the better part of an hour now. But her body was pinned, her arms spread and her legs trapped. There was almost nothing she could do, so, for now, she was content to wait, fantasizing about how she could get off when Zadie finally decided to strip naked and let loose.

But she wasn't doing that. Sarah could hear the voices, she could feel the giantess' every move, and she was waiting for the moment when it was clear that she was leaving and heading into a more private place to have some fun with her secret passenger. And yet, despite the seemingly endless fluid, despite the oppressive heat and the booming heartbeat, it never seemed to happen. Zadie never even hinted at a desire to make it happen. Whatever that hint might be... There were a dozen ways that Zadie could communicate to her shrunken sex toy that a night of wild abandon was only a few minutes away, but she never used any of them.

It was getting unbearable. Every time Sarah felt those tendons on the giantess' inner thighs tighten... Every time she felt the butt muscles that trapped her ankles flex... Every time she felt any shift at all, she was sure that her goddess was finally stepping away to rub one out in the bathroom, but, every time, she was left frustrated. And left desperately horny.

And then she heard the clinking of silverware, the tone of voices shifting towards something that sounded like settling in. Then, to her despair, Zadie sat down and crossed her legs. That simple action, unremarkable to anyone outside, was chaos to Sarah. Weight beyond anything she could believe pressed down around her, turning the soft flesh that she had lived in into a hermetic seal around her entire body, deafening her almost entirely to the outside world. And, when her left leg lifted up and crossed over her right, the massive muscles of her thighs pressed in from outside as well, leaving Sarah well and truly pinned.

Brunch? Really? Zadie was out for brunch with her friends, and her roommate-turned-living-sex toy was just along for the ride? It was going to be a very long time before Sarah was going to be able to enjoy any privacy with Zadie, but she was still literally buried in her intimacy.

The gall of it, the sexual thrill, set Sarah's heart racing. This was such a strange experience, the asymmetry between her experience and that of the giantess was astounding. She was experiencing an intimacy that nobody else on earth could enjoy, while the woman whose body she was enveloped in barely had to give her existence a single thought. Zadie was just living her life, but in Sarah's position, the eroticism was unbearable, though so was the boredom. There was, at least, one thing that she could still do.

Laboring heavily against the pressure of the flesh that surrounded her, Sarah twisted her right leg around her left, trying to get the top of her thigh to press up against her crotch. If she worked her hips just right and flexed her quads, she could massage her vulva against the inside of her thigh. It would be slow going, but, with enough patience and work, she could get herself to orgasm. At least it was a way to fill the time.

The moment that she started, Zadie finally acknowledged her existence, in what way she could discreetly, by squeezing her buttcheeks. Once, then twice. Sarah felt it as a temporary, but bone-crushing pressure around her shins and ankles, the part of her body that, despite her efforts to shift position, was still trapped in the giantess' tight ass. Sarah paused only briefly after she did. Was that a message? One for yes, two for no? Or was it one for no, two for yes?

She decided that she didn't care which one it was, or whether it was a message at all. Zadie had brought her out in public, after all. Her brunch guests had no idea that there was an extra person at the table with them, and they would have no idea that extra person was busy getting herself off underneath the table.

It was slow and patient work, grinding her pussy against the inside of her thigh, but it felt good, and she didn't have anywhere else to be. She slowly worked herself up, savoring the suffocating pressure of the flesh around her by reveling in the way that this was the most profoundly close experience that Zadie could possibly offer her. The only way that Sarah could enjoy the giantess' body any more fully would be to literally be inside her.

But that would come soon, and her mind span with fantasies about what would happen to her when Zadie finally tore her pants off and brought this hours' long teasing to its glorious conclusion.

Zadie stood up right when Sarah was starting to get going, knocking her off her rhythm and causing the building pleasure to evaporate. The pressure all around her let up, allowing her to breathe what passed for fresh air while trapped inside the goddess' panties. From her position, she felt the giantess' hips shift, her leg lift, and then the boom of her foot hitting the ground as she started to walk.

Where was she going? Zadie walked for a few minutes, voices fading in and out as she navigated her way through the restaurant, but Sarah still had no idea what was going on. She was tossed back and forth with the rocking of Zadie's hips, massaged up and down her body by flexing muscles. A return to the cacophony of motion after what felt like an hour of sitting still.

She could feel, from the way the clothing at her back started to shift, that Zadie was getting undressed just before the wall of fresh air and light hit her. The first thing she saw was the unbelievable sight between the giantess' legs, the smooth flesh of her thighs, the curve of her ass, the crinkly line of her vulva, and all the lines and wrinkles that were imprinted on soft flesh that had been trapped in suffocating clothing for hours on end. They were the very features she had endured face-first for the last few hours. And then it all rapidly drew away. Zadie's toned legs filled her point of view, and Sarah knew that she had been lowered to the giantess' knees, or even below. And then her perspective of the massive woman disappeared, replaced by a view of ceiling tiles and fluorescent lights.

Zadie was using the bathroom. And Sarah, nestled inside her panties, was along for the ride. She was comfortable with this; this whole experience was hot as hell; she just had to wait for it all to be over and position herself in the right way when the giantess put her clothes back on. Given where she was, she might wind up swallowing a tiny dribble of piss, but it was totally worth it.

Then Zadie's face appeared, looking down at Sarah. "How are things?" she asked. "You feeling good?"

Sarah didn't expect that at all. But she nodded. Hell yeah. Just hike these pants up and give me more, please.

To Sarah's surprise, Zadie didn't seem too pleased with her nonverbal answer. Her face turned a bit; not hostile, but definitely a bit confused; she paused for a second and then asked, out loud, "How about some time inside?"

Inside? Inside where? Her pussy? It was the only thing that made sense. Sarah nodded vigorously, and made the best expression of excitement with her body that she could, spreading her arms and legs wide. She wanted nothing more than to feel that hot flesh squeezing her tiny form, to test what she could do when she was totally absorbed inside the body of her coworker.

Zadie smiled a wicked grin in reply. "That's my girl," she said out loud. She reached her hand down, and, for a moment, Sarah thought it was coming for her, but it flew past and dug down into the pocket of her pants, crumpled up on the ground beneath her.

She produced a phone, and, ignoring her tiny toy entirely, touched it a few times. Then a few times more. Her brow furrowed, and she swiped, touched, swiped, and finally hit it with a flourish.

At that moment, Sarah started to shrink. The thin strip of the crotch of the giantess' panties, that had previously suspended her as a living liner against the woman's most sensitive organ, grew from cradle to hammock, and then from hammock to an enormous, woven cotton field. If Zadie had pulled her pants up, Sarah would have been lost as a mote of dust between the burning-hot lips of her pussy, but the giantess clearly had other plans.

So far away, so powerful, so inscrutable, Sarah had to watch as Zadie rifled around inside her purse. After a minute or so, she procured a sex toy. A bright-pink, all-rubber thing, shaped like a C, with a bulbous head on one end and a much smaller head on the other. She shoved the bulbous head into her mouth, and made a big show of licking it up and down, occasionally making eye contact with Sarah. Then, with a quiet *pop* sound, she drew it back into the open air and brought it down for Sarah to see.

"You can ride on the tip. And the other end?" she said, pinching the thinner end of the C, "That's the antenna, so I can control the vibration with my phone. Or..." she grinned toothily, "Or, someone else can control it."

She waggled the vibrator playfully. "Someone who doesn't know you're there..." she said in a singsong voice.

Who would that someone be? Sarah could wonder, but she was too small to be heard if she asked the question now, so she kept her mouth shut. She could ask when she was full size again.

Zadie licked the tip of her middle finger, then reached down to retrieve Sarah from the bottom of her panties. The approach of her finger really showed how small she had become; maybe the giantess was doing it slowly for effect, or maybe it was a quirk of being so tiny, but her finger seemed to loom over her, growing larger and larger as it grew closer and closer; impossibly large, like the moon come crashing down to earth. It filled her entire field of vision, and then just kept getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger...

And then it landed. The thin layer of spit that rested atop her fingerprint absorbed her with a sound not unlike plunging into a pool. And, with the noise of the outside world muffled and muddled by the fluid surrounding her, Sarah was lifted effortlessly into empty space, stuck to Zadie's fingertip by simple surface tension.

She couldn't see anything but the ridges of the goddess' finger in front of her face, but she could feel the motion. She was flung across the universe and back, and then, without warning, she felt the hard pressure of the vibrator at her back. Pressed between the giantess' finger and the toy, she thought the unbelievable pressure would bust her like a grape, but then the massive finger slid away, smearing her microscopic body against the tip of the toy.

Through the layer of spit that covered the tip of the vibrator as well, she could see the hazy appearance of the giantess looking down at her, eagerness written clearly on her face.

Then her stomach dropped as she was moved again, carried along helplessly with the dildo the short distance to her pussy. Sarah only had a brief look at that alluring view, the dark brown, wrinkly flesh splitting the giantess down the middle, smooth and toned legs on both sides and a tight belly above, before she was rocketed back upwards into it.

Zadie's pussy had been thirsting to swallow the tiny woman that had been torturing it for so long, and now that its prey was microscopic, it parted eagerly to admit Sarah to her new home. The dark brown slits of the giantess' labia gave way immediately to hot pink, pressing down on her like a steaming wet blanket, and then flesh was ripping by her.

Zadie slid the dildo all the way inside her in a single, effortless move, aided by the lubricant that had been practically dripping from her for the last few hours. From the outside, you could have missed it if you blinked, but, for Sarah, it was an unbelievable, chaotic, noisy process, overwhelming in sight, stench, sound, and heat.

But Zadie's thought that her miniature toy could ride comfortably at the tip was entirely wrong. Even as the tight, wrinkled flesh of her vagina parted to admit the bulk of the dildo, it still hugged its rubber surface like a glove. And, despite the lubricant that surrounded and filled everything, an errant fold or wrinkle snagged Sarah's tiny body almost as soon as she slid inside, and she was dragged off the head and deposited somewhere deep inside the giantess' infinite body.

The comet that was the head of the dildo carried on deeper without her, the wet, schlicking sound of its penetration following as the walls of the goddess' vagina closed back around the thin rubber tail. Sarah was a helpless mote of dust, her entire body weaker than the surface tension of the goddess' bodily fluids, so she was transferred from the body of the dildo to the walls of Zadie's vagina, looking out from the hot flesh at her back.  It took a minute for those walls to close all the way back up again, so Sarah was treated to the view of the shape and texture of the massive woman's deepest depths.

The unbelievably bright pink flesh was deeply ridged, the size and shape of rolling hills at Sarah's size, every peak covered and every valley filled with glistening, slimy fluid. It was arranged almost like a cave, with a floor, walls, and a ceiling that was quickly collapsing, with a pink rubber pipeline thicker than her entire body laid on the ground. It took a long few seconds, but the ceiling that Sarah was stuck to was falling down onto the floor; the living flesh of the giantess' vagina seeking to wrap around every curve of the rubber intruder like a latex glove.

Some twist of fate of how Sarah had been stripped from the head of the dildo left her positioned somewhere off the center of her vagina. She was far enough away from the rubber body that, with time, a few folds of flesh closed tight enough that she totally lost sight of it, leaving her isolated in her own, rapidly-closing pocket of air.

And it did close. It took a minute, maybe two, maybe twenty. Sarah tried to count the heartbeats that were pounding around her, shaking her bones with their bass pulses and vibrating the flesh at her back, but she lost track pretty quickly. Eventually, though, her face came in contact with the boiling hot flesh on the other side of the cave, and it quickly formed an impenetrable seal around her body, wrapping around every curve like a weighted blanket, only burning hot and slick with fluid.

And, all the time, Zadie was moving! Sarah could have savored this experience with the giantess lying in bed and snoozing the day away, her body motionless but still unconsciously abusing its tiny human passenger. But she got to enjoy it with the motion, the sounds, the gentle rhythm of the giantess living her life. Every step sent a vibration quickly shooting up through her body, competing with the booming of her heartbeat. Her hips tilted violently, throwing Sarah to one side, then the other, over and over again, creating a pattern of motion that was both unpredictable and rhythmic.

This was like nothing she could have believed. Sarah was sealed up tight inside the giantess' body, her body a morsel for the soft, muscle-bound walls of her vagina. Somewhere, a million miles away in this world of heat and flesh, there was a vibrator, a force that could bring this goddess to orgasm, and Sarah would be unable to do anything but ride along as it happened.

Zadie stopped moving, and Sarah could only imagine that she had settled back down in her seat, returning to her brunch audience. Or maybe she had gotten into her car and was driving home. For Sarah, at her microscopic size, and buried deep inside the giantess' body as she was, she had absolutely no sign of what was going on. Barely five minutes ago, she would have felt the pressure of the massive woman's weight as the clear sign she had sat down, but now, she was protected from that kind of treatment. She had been swallowed whole by Zadie's vagina, little more than a crumb, and she no longer had to endure the treatment she had to experience inside her underwear.

She couldn't even hear the giantess speak. It had been a while, after all. If she was back at her brunch date, surely she would have said something by now, right? But all Sarah could hear was the booming heartbeat that surrounded her, and there was nothing...

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

A violent, sudden vibration seized Sarah's entire body, the noise drowning out her thoughts, the sensation overwhelming her.

The flesh that surrounded her started to vibrate without warning. Her entire body was enveloped in those tight pink walls, and they suddenly started to massage her tiny figure from all directions. It was mildly ticklish, mildly pleasurable, but, most of all, it was deafeningly loud.

And then it suddenly cut out. Sarah breathed a sigh, drawing more fluid than air into her lungs, and relaxed. Or at least relaxed as much as she could be while trapped inside the giantess' vagina. The vibrator had stopped, but how long had it lasted? A second? A minute? An hour? The experience was so chaotic that Sarah couldn't be sure. The flesh that consumed her body was just as hot, just as wet, and the heartbeast that pounded around her was only slightly faster than it had been before.

At this size, in this place, Sarah was totally subjugated to the will of the giantess. Whatever she was doing, wherever she was, she was apparently going to bring herself to orgasm. Based on the last words she had shared with her, Sarah was confident that Zadie believed that she was trapped on the head of that vibrator, and intended to show her shrunken passenger the full force of her orgasm.

Was she trying to get herself off, or not? Or...

Who controlled the dildo?





Zadie sauntered back to her table, grinning from ear to ear. Half of it was performance, but the other half was genuine. The vibrator that she had stuck Sarah to, that she had shoved into her body, was barely noticeable as a soft sense of pressure in her belly. She could handle anything the shrunken woman, and the toy she was a passenger on, could give her.

She settled in next to her date, gesturing for him to pull out his phone. He caught on to what she was implying immediately, shielding his screen from the rest of the people at the table and opening up the app she had made him install before they went out together. The dildo she had put inside her was available for him to sync to now. He tried once, and it failed to connect. The second time, she uncrossed her legs and spread them a little bit, and it went through. Fortunately, she was wearing pants, so nobody would have seen the vibrator even they had been looking under the table.

Her date smiled at her and moved to put his phone away, but she grabbed his arm. "Try it," she whispered.

He paused for a second, but obliged, opening the app back up and switching to manual control. He dragged the slider all the way to the top, and, instantly, the dildo started to vibrate with full force.

Zadie felt it through her entire body, like a live wire had touched her between the legs, shooting pure, electric pleasure all the way through her. From head to toe, every muscle tensed up and she nearly bounced right out of her seat. She barely managed to stifle a yelp, trying, and failing to disguise the noise that did squeak out of her as a giggle.

The vibrating continued at full strength for a few, shocking seconds, leaving Zadie unable to draw breath and trying very hard not to double over, her legs squeezing together. And then it cut out just as abruptly as it had started. The relief washed over her, and she let out a sigh, wiping an errant hair off her forehead.

Everyone at the table almost surely knew what was up, but they were too polite to say anything about it out loud. One of the other women cast Zadie's date a harsh eye, but Zadie could let herself be convinced that she had managed to be sly about it, despite the fact that she had practically orgasmed right in front of all of them.

But she could be moaning and panting for the next hour, and nobody else here would even know the full extent of her daylight depravity. Even her date had no idea that there were actually two women riding that remote control vibrator right now. That was a secret between Zadie, Sarah, and the vibrator.

Even so, she probably wasn't going to be invited out again.