Triple's Threat - Part 2 (Patreon)

Dylan screamed for his life as he was thrust into Gabrielle’s sex, but she wouldn’t have even heard him if the room were dead quiet. He quickly learned to close his mouth as her vaginal fluids instantly coated his body, while he was flung deep inside her on the tip of her fingers. The fear he now felt was ironic considering that barely a minute ago he’d been pleasuring himself to how beautiful and gigantic Gabrielle was. But to be hurled inside her body, especially while she didn’t even know about his predicament, was bone chilling enough to almost counteract the tremendous heat he found himself submerged in.

Up above him, Gabrielle played a video on her phone that she’d taken just a few days prior, of Matthew leaning back in his office chair while she blew him during a lunch break. “Oh God, your tongue feels amazing,” he moaned, gripping her hair as the sloppy sounds of her lips against his dick played loudly through the phone’s speakers. Gabrielle closed her eyes and remembered what Matthew had tasted like, how admirable and important he looked sitting in his expensive boss’s seat, and the thrill of their coworkers and her husband not knowing about her illicit affair. She was practically purring with a smile as she dreamt of what his cock would finally feel like when he arrived. Not to mention how much hotter he was than her husband too—a glowing, black complexion, with toned forearms and strong thighs, compared to the overweight, flabby man that the man she’d married had turned into. The money and influence Matthew had already acquired so far with his company. Even how much more interesting he was compared to Dylan, who’d introduced them with no idea of what it would turn into. It was all such a turn on for Gabrielle, who hadn’t felt fulfilled by her husband in over a year. But now she had a young, black, successful man treating her more like a goddess than anyone ever had.

Dylan felt his body unstick from Gabrielle’s fingers, which meant he was now truly lost in her dark, swirling insides. He didn’t know which way was up or down or left and right; but most importantly, he didn’t even know which way was out. Every time he’d dare to open his eyes, catching a quick glimpse of the glow at the end of Gabrielle’s tunnel, he’d immediately have to squeeze them shut again as a fresh wave of her vaginal juices washed over his face and threatened to consume him. Then he’d try swimming towards the exit, gasping for muggy breaths from whatever air pockets had miraculously found their way to him, only for one of Gabrielle’s fingers to enter inside her again and push him all the way to the back, setting him back to square one.

Somehow, as Dylan’s in-law continued to play with herself, Dylan was barely able to keep himself alive, despite the overwhelming assault on his senses that Gabrielle didn’t even know she was bestowing to him. It wasn’t until the doorbell rang that Dylan thought he might finally get a break. Gabrielle practically hopped out of the chair, the most excited she’d been in a long time, and hurried over to the door to let Dylan's friend inside. With her body now upright, Dylan hoped he’d simply fall right out of Gabrielle’s vaj, giving him time to recalibrate on the living room floor. But the boy didn’t exactly know basic female anatomy very well, to put it kindly. Unfortunately for his chance at salvation, any chance at escape wouldn’t be that easy.

“Hey stranger,” Gabrielle huskily whispered as she opened the door for Matthew, who smiled back at her and let himself in. She briefly looked around outside to make sure nobody was watching, and then closed the door, turning back around to her boss. “I was just thinking about you. See?” She held her fingers up to his nose, and then tried to pull her hand back and lure him closer, but he quickly grabbed her wrist, causing her to gasp in surprise. But instead of trying anything menacing, Matthew just chuckled, and slowly slipped her fingers into his mouth.

“Tastes like it,” he replied. “How much time did you say we have again?”

Down below, Dylan could just barely make out the sound of his friend’s voice. He wasn’t sure if he was just imagining things, or if being inside Gabrielle’s body was distorting the sounds, until he heard Matthew’s unmistakable laugh. He’d had an inkling of a suspicion that his friend was into Gabrielle—partly because he himself was into her too—but he never would’ve thought they actually had an affair going on. He continued trying to escape, despite how weak gravity was against his tiny body, while in the outside world, Matthew and her wasted no time in getting down to business.

Somehow, just as Matthew had thrown Gabrielle onto the couch, the shrunken Dylan found himself at the very edge of her vagina, his crusted-over eyes squinting into the light that seeped through her legs. And after she landed on the couch, Dylan tumbled forward again, now just millimeters away (a few feet for him) from crawling out onto the sofa cushion below. But just before he could make the jump, he looked up just in time to see the tip of Matthew’s monstrous dick slam into him, and in a matter of seconds, his friend’s cock had plunged him all the way back to the furthest reaches of Gabrielle's insides.

The situation he found himself in and the danger he was immersed in had suddenly tripled, as Matthew’s cock started viciously ramming itself into Steven's wife, unaware that his micro-sized friend was plastered at the tip. It felt to Dylan like he was being hurtled around at speeds comparable to a jet, and his entire body featured successive whiplashes with each thrust out, and then in, and then out, and back in. The smell was overwhelming; Matthew’s must, mixed with Gabrielle’s fluids, and a considerable amount of sweat from both of them, most of all Matthew’s. Dylan couldn’t keep the liquids from seeping into his mouth (and nose and ears and eyes), as he soon became one with the flesh of the two much larger humans whose bodies he now resided in. To even call him a fellow human would’ve been laughable at that point, since he was so hopelessly and pathetically trapped, both by size and location.

After several minutes of the two giants fucking (an amount of time that felt like infinite hell to Dylan) Matthew’s cock suddenly exploded forth a messy wave of cum. His quarter inch, pussy-stranded, former friend was jettisoned all the way up Gabrielle’s vagina, past her cervix, and into the depth of her uterus. Matthew’s load had been like a firehose of jizz, not just washing over Dylan’s tiny body, but pummeling it and battering his body from how powerful the man’s orgasm had been. In just an afternoon, Dylan had gone from being a normal college kid to a tiny little life form in the woman’s womb. 

In the outside world, Gabrielle admonished Matthew for not pulling out in time, to which he just laughed. They had no idea that Matthew’s cum had just entombed the microscopic brother of Gabrielle’s husband inside of her. Or that Steven's other brother Jacob had just gotten trapped in her panties in the master bedroom, which is where the blissfully unaware giant lovers were now headed.

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(after many weeks of creative block and toiling with this story, it's unclear whether i'll finish)