Demoted (Chapter 5) (Patreon)

Those encounters seemed ordinary compared to now, on our third bout alone. Sarah had evolved into something greater, and I was just a scrawny bug lucky enough to be near her. I was watching a living landscape of a woman come undressed, sculpted by aerobics, shapely in all the right places. I swear the growth wasn’t just altering the heights of my coworkers, but filling them out in the tits and ass departments as well. Those knockers strained the buttons of her top, and her plump derriere poked coyly out from under her black skirt.

The top was ripped away and cast to the floor like a billowing sail, the wind from which nearly blew me off the table. Sarah’s skirt fell around those five-foot-tall, pillar-like bronze-tan legs, and she kicked it away with her bulbous toes, each one of which could’ve completely hidden me beneath their fleshy bulk. All the while, she didn’t quite look me in the eye, but wore a sultry smile, and swung her hips in ways that made her most desirable regions shimmy and jiggle. The bra unhooked, and her panties were freed from the tight crevice of her taut butt cheeks.

“I’m glad to finally have you all to myself again,” she said. Sarah stood up against the nightstand now, her glorious thighs forming a wall at the edge of the table where I stood in waiting. Just above, her clean-shaven pussy hovered, still damp from the mere act of stripping in front of someone so helpless, fragile, and tiny as me.

“Me too,” I shouted, though I don’t think she could hear me. Not that it mattered now.

I reached forward to touch her. Feeling her heat and softness, smelling that acrid flowery stench, I only wished I could take a more active role here and pull her onto the mattress with me. But I’d shrunken so far down, anything that happened now was entirely up to Sarah.

“Don’t move, Andrew,” she warned sweetly, but undercut the danger with a giggle. “I’m going to get you now, so hold still.”

Sarah’s hand descended, fingers outstretching for me. I could’ve easily snuggled into one of the creases of her palm like a riverbed. Again I was anxious at the sight of her humongous appendage coming to get me, but it was too late to back out. And I never really had a choice anyway, after the first time I was thrown in that glass cage at reception.

When Sarah clamped her pillowy thumbpad and index finger together around me, I completely disappeared between the flesh. After feeling the careening motion outside, though, maybe it was good that I couldn’t see myself rising the equivalent of hundreds of feet into the air at once. After Sarah parted her fingers, allowing me to sprawl in the palm of her opposite hand, she was seated on the edge of the bed, batting her eyelashes and licking her lips with desirous promise. Even from a modest distance, Sarah’s beautiful smiling face was so colossal I had to take several steps back across the lunar terrain of her hand just for a full look at it.

“I’m sorry I can’t put my lips around you, Drew. You’d just end up getting stuck in my throat!” Sarah purred. “We can’t really go doggy-style, either. But… I think I know a compromise. Don’t worry. I’ll be nice and gentle with you, just like always.”

I wondered if Sarah was about to rub me into her nipple, bare-back, like I had with Melanie. At my newly decreased sized, I wouldn’t even be able to straddle that areola; it would be like trying to have sex with a hilltop. Instead, though, the woman’s hand lowered down, past her melon tits, along her shredded abdomen, to her crotch again.

Breathless, I watched as Sarah drew me close to the smooth, frothy gates of her pussy. With her other hand, she gently parted her labial lips, with strength I could only dream of now, revealing the sensitive nub of her g-spot beneath the hood. The hand I stood upon tipped forward, Sarah’s lubricated fingertip brushing along my back so that I stuck to her via the glazed cum, and suddenly I was being plunged toward her nethers.

Sarah didn’t shove me into her cunt like Eve might, where I would’ve surely become lost in the endless wet darkness. Rather, I was introduced to the quivering pink button just above the tunnel. Even that hilariously dwarfed my puny self, which I discovered when the woman mashed me lovingly into her g-spot, allowing me to wrap myself into it and hang on. While Sarah’s longer fingers thrust in and out of her pussy, causing the entirety of her ten-foot-body to buckle and flex like a seismic event, her pinky finger kept me pinned to the site her erogenous zone: one of the few areas on her vast body just small enough for me to cling on and interact.

I gave her everything I had, swinging and humping my own desperate erection against the squishy bump. She reacted with moans and sweaty gasps, gripping the side of the bed and causing her whole body to clench as she neared orgasm. When Sarah climaxed, a waterfall’s worth of ejaculate sprayed from the cavity: no more than a squirt, but compared to me, I was glad to be safely pressed to her g-spot, or I would’ve surely washed away. I doubt Sarah could tell whether or not I too had finished, nor whether she even cared, but such was my lot now, being such a miniature thing for her amusement. I quietly orgasmed too, and let Sarah carry me away on a fresh dose of her sweet-smelling nectar.

From there, the woman smeared me in a figure-eight pattern around her nude bust like a race track, creating a slippery line of leftover cum, allowing me to experience every generous contour of her breasts. All the while, she played with herself down below again, this time utilizing a buzzing dildo the size of a rocket ship to me. Finally, when she was satisfied again and bored of tracing me in circles around her rock-hard tits, Sarah scooped me up toward her face again, puckered up, and planted me smack into the moist, doughy oval of her kissable pink lips. A smooch rapidly turned into an erotic sampling. She was slurping on me as gently as she could without outright gulping me down. I surrendered to the sticky wet suction of her mouth and came again into the orifice; despite Sarah’s doubts, she’d gotten me off with her lips, just like old times, only now I was the size of a stray crumb glued to her mouth post-lunch. Still, it was better than any normal-sized blowjob I’d ever received, so I suppose I had to see that silver lining in this whole crazy descent.