The Mile High Club - SHORT STORY (Patreon)
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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 to shrink it had occurred to him that he didn’t like the reality of shrinking down onto the unsanitary floor or toilet seat of the toilet cubicle. The fantasy had appealed more than the reality.
He then realised that he was shrinking inside a public 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 up there, so when Rachel came in he would be by the sink, visible and away from the unsanitary floor.
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 behind him.
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 use the tap to wash her hands.
Oh shit! He hoped Rachel would rescue him from this predicament any time now. She would surely unlock the door and see his clothes and this woman in here and rescue him.
His heart dropped as he heard the distinctive sound of the woman as she started to masturbate, 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. Mid twenties at a guess. 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 as she stood, legs apart and her hand between her skirt.
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; from the large flying phone and the clattering sound it caused as it landed.
He bounced against the splashback of the sink and instantly knew his mistake as he locked gaze with the giantess who was now looking directly back at him in shock.
*
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, seen videos on the internet, but never witnessed the effects in real life.
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 and paused. “Well she’s not come for you so far…” she pursed her lips in embarrassment for him, looking down at him sympathetically.
She looked back at the door.
“When was she supposed to come in?” She asked him as she looked back at him. “It’s 3am now,” she added.
“Oh shit, I’ve been in here for ages, she should have come by now…” he put his head in his hands.
Beth’s 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 at his sides 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, without him being able to see.
“Okay, time to go little man,” she lowered her outstretched hand towards the sink counter, palm facing upwards. She was amazed at seeing this tiny living man.
He glanced her hand 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 warm 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, their cheeks 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 a cubicle, gently 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 though.
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 feet.
Then she looked over at him and fixed a hungry stare at him. He stepped backwards as he saw the predatory eyes analysing him. His eyes were wide in sudden fear.
Michael glanced towards the giant hairy pussy that was sitting nearby. He didn’t understand what was happening, she had just promised to take him to his wife.
Beth started to gently rub her left hand down between her legs, she was already wet and sticky. She started to rub herself in circles and could feel the slick fluid of her sexual mucus on her fingers.
She gasped in pleasure and started to moan.
Michael took a step backwards. He had thought she was going to take him and return him to his wife like she had promised. It was clear to him that she had no such intention.
A giant hand suddenly slapped down on the worktop in front of him. It made him jump in fright. The fingers were absolutely huge. The hand just laid there, palm downwards, fingers splayed out. It was her other hand. It started to slowly grip against the worktop.
He looked back over to her in terror at what she might do next, she was leaning forwards over herself, panting heavily. She was so focused on her own masturbation.
There was a repeating slick and wet sound of her masturbation.
This went on for at least a minute. He had looked around for any escape, he even considered the sink plug hole but he wouldn’t fit through.
All of a sudden she was looking at him again, those blue eyes went from beautiful to terrifying and predatory.
The giant hand suddenly twitched and then lunged for him before he could react. He couldn’t evade it anyway.
Giant fingers curled around his body and encapsulated him in a vice-like grip, it felt like they were everywhere, he had nowhere to turn to escape.
He was wrapped up in the giant fingers and felt himself being lifted up.
His eyes were wide with fear as he was realised that he was very high off the floor and in the grip of a giant woman he didn’t even know.
“Please, stop, please let me go!” He shouted out as loud as he could as he was drawn nearer to her face.
The giant hand lifted him until he was level with the huge beautiful face. He needed to look around her face to make out her features in full.
She had dark brushed eyelashes, but flushed red checks and lips.
Her head was bobbing slightly as she continued to masturbate below. Her eyelids were fluttering and her mouth slightly open in an O shape.
Suddenly the eyelids flicked open and the giant piercing eyes focused down on him.
“Please, please let me go, this is all some kind of mistake. My wife…”
The giant face loomed closer towards him. The masturbating stopped.
She didn’t say anything, she just drank in the sight of the tiny man in her hand.
He felt her warm breath wash over his face.
Suddenly her giant mouth opened, revealing terrifyingly huge white pearlescent teeth, which parted to release her giant pink tongue.
The wet muscle emerged and slapped against his midsection, curling down and then licking up his body to his face. It was warm and slimy. He could feel her humid breath washing over his whole body, it made his eyes sting.
*
Rachel’s heart was thumping in her head. She searched the heap of clothes in the toilet again, looked inside the shoes carefully.
Her husband wasn’t there. He was missing. She had woken up with a start ten minutes ago, realised the time and rushed into the toilet.
She looked around and again and again in the toilet cubicle. Whispering his name as loud as she dared.
Shrinking drugs or any technology were illegal. It felt so stupid now taking the risk on the plane. Michael had begged her to do it.
She slowly opened the door and looked around on the floor. He surely wouldn’t have sneaked out, would he?
She looked over to the air hostess’, they were fast asleep. The passengers in the main cabin were all asleep. Where the hell was he?
*
Beth’s masturbation resumed below, she moaned quietly, with her mouth open, but it was loud enough for Michael whose tiny head was in her open mouth.
He was protesting loudly, shouting at her to release him and return him to his wife. She just ignored him and continued to lick his body, covering him in wet saliva.
She finally lifted him away from her giant mouth and glared at him, her head bobbing as she continued to masturbate below.
“Please, let me go!” he shouted out.
“Shhh!” she shushed him, “I’ve got plans for you,” she gasped at him, her mouth open in pleasure from her masturbation.
“What do you mean?” he asked in terror, the look in her eyes was cold and calculating.
She was thinking about one thing and that was clear to him now. His blood ran cold as the sides of her mouth slowly turned upwards into a leering smile.
“You’re nice and wet with my saliva,” she commented and then he felt himself being lowered down to her crotch.
He screamed as loud as he could. He didn’t care who burst into the toilet to rescue him, but he needed to escape this crazy woman.
Her other hand was down there, masturbating her pussy hard. It was slick, white clumps of sexual fluid were collecting and stuck to her fingers, sticky strands kept being spread around.
The fingers suddenly stopped rubbing the labia and pressed themselves either side of the lips of the giant pussy. The dark mouth of the pussy was gaping open and twitching in anticipation.
Michael yelled in terror until his lungs burned. Unfortunately for him, with the toilet door closed combined with, being at the back of the plane and the engine noise, his yell was only audible to Beth, and she didn’t care.
The mouth of the pussy suddenly raced towards him, or more to the point, he was thrust into it headfirst. His head and shoulders were plunged straight into her pussy with a slopping sound. He was surrounded with a gooey and spongy sensation.
It surrounded his whole upper body.
She continued to push him inside; holding his hips with her fingertips. Then she grabbed his ankles with her other hand, let go of his hips and slowly started to pump him inside and out.
Michael tried to take deep breaths, but it was impossible inside. It was pitch black and the air was humid and dank. Everything was muffled, apart from the sound of her heartbeat, blood pumping through veins and her loud moaning.
He didn’t bother trying to push himself out with his arms. He had been in this situation, albeit willingly, before and he knew the strength of a giant woman. He would just have to hope he survived the ordeal of the crushing muscles around him or lack of air.
*
Beth pumped the little man in and out of her pussy. The sensation was absolutely amazing. This living dildo was far better than anything she had ever had with another dildo. It was very different to the feeling of a penis, but it was pressing all of her buttons.
The fact that she had a tiny man helpless between her legs, actually seemed to heighten her pleasure.
She lifted up her feet and pressed them against the cubicle wall, opening her legs up further and pumping the tiny man in and out. Her other hand rubbed her clitoris until an explosion of an orgasm soared through her.
She could feel her cum squirt against the side of her hand as it squirted out over the tiny man’s back. She reached to her side and grabbed at some toilet paper, quickly pulling him out and stuffing the paper down there and squirting some more.
She bent forwards, wincing as the orgasm continued; she sprayed all over her hand.
She had never cum so hard in her life. She was panting so heavily she thought she was running out of oxygen.
She was covered with sweat.
She lifted her hand up to examine the tiny man, he was still moving, weakly. His body was completely coated in her cum.
She threw the wad of toilet paper in the side bin and wiped herself below some more.
She adjusted her position to bring her feet to the ground and lifted the tiny man up. A strand of her cum was dangling below his body.
She smiled at the bedraggled man; he looked up at her face weakly. He was resilient; she had to give him that. Her pussy muscles were very powerful.
She brought him close to her nose and took a long and deep smell, she bit her lip. He smelled of her pussy. This was amazing.
She pulled out loads of toilet paper and wrapped him up in it. Whilst he was covered up she quietly pulled out his shrinking pills from her handbag. She examined the packaging. Bizarrely there were some instructions.
‘DO NOT TAKE MORE THAN 2 PILLS IN 24 HOURS, OR EFFECTS COULD BE PERMANENT’ the warning in bold was printed on the side of the packet.
She read it with a smile and looked at the heap of toilet paper. He daren’t move.
She pulled out her hair cream and pulled the plastic cap off, filling it with water from the tap. She grabbed three pills and crushed them with her fingertips and stirred them into the water with her fingertip.
She put the cap down and gently unfolded the toilet paper.
“Okay,” she whispered down to him. “I’ll take you back to your wife. Let’s just get you cleaned up… I’m sorry, I was just so horny, and you are so sexy all naked and hot looking…”
He looked up at her doubtfully.
“Come on, please forgive me, let me clean you up.” She rinsed him in warm water, he allowed her to clean him up and wipe him down.
“Here, have a quick drink of water, I bet you’re really dehydrated, at your size it could really hurt you,” she handed him the cup of water.
He took an eager gulp of the water and drank enough of it to satisfy her. She had to suppress a laugh at how naive he was.
Once he had drank the water… and shrinking pill mixture, she gently lifted him up and put him into her handbag again, zipping it up above him.
*
Michael watched the bright light of the toilet cubicle disappear as the zip closed loudly above him.
The handbag smelled of lipstick, her perfume and alcohol gel.
The whole environment suddenly shook around him, he felt the bag being lifted up.
Michael scrambled over some eyeliner pens, his hands slipped over their surface and they rolled slightly, causing him to collapse onto his chest.
He desperately hoped that this woman was going to keep her word.
He waited, feeling the bag swinging slightly as she walked. There was a brief pause and he hoped that this was it; she was standing by his wife.
Then the bag moved again. It twisted slightly and then it was put down on a surface.
Michael waited for the zip to open, but it didn’t.
*
Daylight flooded through the main cabin of the aircraft as the main doors were opened.
Beth was keen to get out and get her little captive man out of the plane. She stood as patiently as she could in the slow moving queue to the exit. The man’s wife was speaking excitedly with the air hostesses, who had looks of confusion on their faces.
She had tears streaming down her face.
Beth started to grow nervous, she wondered if they would keep everyone in the plane and search for him. She hoped they didn’t, she would have to hide the evidence if they did.
She slowly glanced around, looking for another exit, but kept calm. People were filing out of the plane.
*
Within minutes Beth was walking on the tarmac of the airport hardstanding. clutching her bag to her side, a wry and victorious smile on her face.
The dry heat in Dubai pounded down on them as the first batch of passengers entered the air conditioned bus.
She thought about the tiny man in her bag. She had at least two weeks at her beach resort to enjoy with him, she was starting to think about all the things she would do to him… and what he could do to her.
This holiday was going to be the best ever…