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The Mile High Club

SM, GTS, insertion, lick, handheld, SM kidnap

Michael kept his voice low enough so it was audible only to her; sitting next to him.

“I’ll go in the right toilet,” Michael whispered to his newly wedded wife, Rachel, she gave an excited nod of an affirmative and he then glanced ahead and down the aisle.

The drone of the jumbo jet engines thrummed around them, outside the porthole sized windows was just black and the occasional stars in the night sky. The lights in the cabin had been turned low and the temperature adjusted slightly to encourage people’s slumber.

“How long should I give you?” she asked with a voice trembling with anticipation. He thought about it for a moment, each time was slightly different but on average he knew.

“About forty minutes,” he replied with a shrug.

“Are you sure you don’t want me with you?” He shook his head.

“Just twist the latch and then you can unlock the door from the outside. Don’t leave me hanging in there, this stuff lasts for ages. It will be beyond our stop off at Dubai.”

Rachel nodded, smiling sweetly, giving him assurances that she would come in time.

The vacant toilet sign clicked to green and he instantly unclipped his seat belt and made his way towards the toilets. Passing the returning passenger and previous occupant of the toilet on the way with a cursory, but polite, glance of acknowledgement as they passed each other.

The toilet that he was heading for was directly opposite another toilet, both doors were shut. He opened the door on the right. Light flooded into the small corridor from the toilet and he entered, shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the door, his mind was racing thinking about what he was doing next. He caught himself in the mirror opposite and looked himself up and down.

In about thirty or forty minutes he was going to be between four and six inches tall. He pulled out the packet of special pills and popped several in his mouth, ran his mouth under the tap and gargled and then sat on the toilet seat lid, waiting.

*

Rachel kept watching the toilet sign anxiously. She had never actually seen Michael shrunken, she was so excited. He had kept asking her to let him do it, but she had refused until they were married. He couldn’t even wait until they were at their honeymoon resort.

The clock ticked by, she wasn’t sure when, but Rachel drifted off to sleep in her seat.

*

Beth flicked over the media screen options. She had already watched two films and was utterly bored. She was also quite horny from watching the last film.

She waited another twenty minutes, she couldn’t sleep. She decided she had to do something about it. The whole plane was quiet, the occasional person snoring but nobody was alert. Only one person had got up quite a while ago.

She glanced up the aisle towards the toilets. Both lights were green. She decided to go. She unclipped her seatbelt, grabbed her handbag, and nipped out into the corridor and gently but swiftly walked up to the toilets.

She opened the door on the right, and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her and locking it. She turned back and stumbled on something on the floor.

“What the…” she looked down in surprise to see a pile of male clothes and a pair of shoes. They were just crumpled up. She wrinkled up her face in disgust.

Yuk, who would just leave their clothes in a plane toilet! She thought to herself.

She kicked them over to the edge of the toilet and glanced at herself in the mirror. She knew she was good looking, she was hoping to find someone to have a good shag with on this trip away. She just needed some escapism from the monotonous and busy city life she led.

She weighed up whether she should chuck the clothes outside, but then shrugged to herself. Tough, if they came for the clothes they will have to wait.

Her eyes were squinting slightly in the bright lights. It wasn’t the best ambience to masturbate in. She pulled out her phone from her handbag and went to her gallery, shooting through photos of her previous sexual conquests, looking for inspiration from one of the guys that she had been with to help her get back to feeling as horny as she had been feeling a few minutes ago.

She settled on someone she had slept with a few times a year ago. She held the phone in one hand and then with her other she lifted her skirt and slithered her hand inside her panties. She nudged them down to give her hand space and then started to slowly masturbate, whilst looking at the photo.

She leant her phone wielding arm, resting her elbow against the small surface with the sink. She sighed as she started to find her rhythm, feeling herself getting wet below. Her breathing became more frequent and she started to zone out of everything else, the plane noise, the lighting all became distant to her.

She started to speed up her masturbation, hearing a satisfyingly wet slopping sound from her fingers against her labia.

Then the phone screen suddenly went blank.

She fumbled with her phone in annoyance, power saving mode had locked the phone. She moved her thumb to try and unlock it, with her other hand down her pants.

Instead the phone spun out of her hand and clattered into the small bowl of the sink.

There was a sudden movement from behind the tap that immediately caught her attention and made her gasp in reply.

She looked directly at it, fearing it was a big spider or a mouse.

She couldn’t believe what she saw, but she was definitely looking directly at it, her brain was telling her that she was seeing a tiny naked man.

He was looking up at her in utter terror.

*

When Michael had started shrinking he had suddenly realised that he didn’t like the idea of shrinking down onto the unsanitary floor or toilet seat of the toilet cubicle. He then realised that he was shrinking inside a toilet and the whole idea started to lose its appeal.

Unfortunately, he had taken the pills, he could throw them up, but the effects had started and he had already shrunk by half, there was no stopping it now.

He decided to curl up on the sink counter and let himself shrink down there, so when Rachel came in he would be by the sink.

The minutes ticked by and he ended up with his feet dangling over the bowl of the sink.

He started to grow bored, wishing he had put his phone up there with him.

He looked down at his clothes, there was no safe way down there, he couldn’t even lift his phone anyway. Then he glanced up at the door as he heard it click.

His heart jumped in excitement. She was here, his wife had arrived, this was going to be so fun.

Stone cold shock suddenly overtook him as he instantly realised that the blonde woman who had her back facing him, locking the door, was definitely not his wife. His mouth was open in disbelief. Then he remembered that he had forgotten to lock the door.

He jumped up and dashed over to hide behind the tap.

He daren’t even look at what she was doing, he hoped she was just coming for a number one and would promptly leave. He heard her scrape his clothes to the side and then pause.

He wondered if she had seen him. He pressed his naked back against the plastic tap, desperately hoping she hadn’t seen him.

Then he realised even if she hadn’t seen him now she would surely feel or see him when she went to wash her hands.

Oh shit! He hoped Rachel would rescue him from this predicament. She would surely unlock the door and see his clothes and this woman in there and rescue him.

His heart dropped as he heard the distinctive sound of the woman masturbating, he could hear her panting and the wet sound of her masturbation.

Instinctive male curiosity overcame him and he slowly peered out from one side of the tap. He looked out. He could see her giant hand rubbing at herself beneath her skirt. Her other hand was holding her phone in front of her and she was looking at the screen.

She was good looking, blonde with long hair. She had blue eyes with long eyelashes, luscious pink lips, flushed cheers, polished nails and fair skin.

There was a strong scent of perfume in the cubicle, which seemed stronger now he was looking at her. She towered above him.

Suddenly she frowned at her phone and then it looked like it was flying directly at him. It skittered into the sink bowl causing him to jump back in shock at the large flying phone and the sound.

He bounced against the splashback of the sink and instantly knew his mistake as he locked gaze with the giantess that was looking back at him.

*

Beth’s eyes widened with astonishment at what she saw in front of her.

She leaned forwards and crouched slightly until her face was much closer. The tiny man pressed himself against the splashback, looking for an escape route. He was trapped on the little shelf. He looked so cute and helpless.

“Hi there, tiny man,” she spoke, it made him jump in surprise, from the proximity of her face and her sudden voice.

“Hi,” he replied unevenly.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself trapped up there,” she continued, smirking in amusement at his predicament. She glanced down at the clothes pooled on the floor and realised what had happened.

She had heard about shrinking pills but never witnessed it.

It had never been something that had appealed to her, but now that she saw the tiny naked man in front of her, she could appreciate the appeal.

“Funny place to want to shrink yourself?” she intoned her voice.

“I’m waiting for my wife…” his head hung slightly.

“Oooh,” Beth sat down on the toilet lid and leaned towards the shelf. “I see,” she looked at the door. “Well she’s not come for you so far…” she pursed her lips in embarrassment for him.

Her eyes looked over his tiny body hungrily, he was a good looking and athletic man. A perfect size for what she had in mind. She bit her lower lip as she thought through the options.

“I tell you what,” she finally said. “I’ll take you to her,” she smiled sweetly.

“Oh thank you!” he swung his arms in relief, “thank you so much.”

“I’ll just gather your things,” she turned her back so she blocked his view as she bent down to quickly hunt through the pockets of his clothing. She found a cylinder of pills and glanced at the label, Shrinking formula.

“How many of these did you take?” She asked over to him.

“Two,” he replied, stepping forwards out of the slight shadow of the mirror above. She nodded absently. She had heard that taking another two to four pills within a few hours could potentially make the shrunken state permanent.

She clutched her handbag and put his pills in the side pouch.

“Okay, time to go little man,” she lowered her outstretched hand towards the sink counter. He glanced at it nervously and then allowed her to curl her fingers around his body and lift him up.

His cute little feet dangled below her clenched fist and his shoulders and head out of the top. She carried him over to her bag.

She opened the main compartment and lowered him inside, she let go of the little man and he dropped an inch to the bottom.

She looked down at him with a smile, he looked up at her gratefully.

“Okay,” he started talking, “so my wife is in seat 17B…”

Beth zipped up the main compartment of her bag, cutting him off.

She stood up, stepped over his clothes and carefully unlocked the door.

She crept out and peered around the door. There were no faces looking at her. The thrum of the engines was all she could hear. Nearly everyone was sleeping, their heads and necks tilted to one side. Many wore masks.

A few faces were glued to their media screens, lit up by the display.

There was no attention on her.

She crept down the aisle, her heart was thumping with the thrill. She casually glanced at seat 17B as she passed. An attractive brunette was asleep, slumped to her side. 17A was empty.

Oh well, you snooze, you lose…

She smiled to herself as she glided past and headed towards the toilets at the back of the plane.

She slipped inside, locking the door behind her and glanced at herself in the mirror. She must look absolutely huge to this tiny man. She was so horny now, the thrill of it all and the anticipation of it was getting her so wet.

She sat down on the toilet seat and lifted up her handbag, opening the main compartment zip.

The tiny man was looking up at her expectantly.

“Hi,” he said up to her hopefully, “is my wife…”

She reached inside and curled her fingers around him, lifting him out. He glanced around, realising he was in the toilet still. He didn’t know it was a different toilet.

Beth winked at him and then put him on the sink counter.

She put her bag on the floor and pulled down her panties and skirt, letting them pool at her feel. She looked over at him and fixed a hungry stare at him. He stepped backwards as he saw the predatory eyes analysing him.

Michael glanced towards the giant pussy that was sitting nearby. He didn’t understand what was happening.

Beth started to gently rub her left hand down below, she was already wet and sticky. She started to rub herself in circles and could feel the slick fluids on her fingers.

She gasped in pleasure and started to moan.

Michael started to step backwards even further. He had thought she was going to take him to his wife.

A giant hand slapped down on the worktop in front of him. It made him jump in fright. The fingers were absolutely huge. It just laid there palm downwards, fingers splayed out.

He looked back over to her, she was leaning forwards, panting heavily. There was a repeating slick and wet sound of her masturbation.

All of a sudden she was looking at him again, the giant hand lunged for him. He couldn’t evade it. Giant fingers were curling around his body and encapsulating him in a vice-like grip.