Garden of Delights I

 Garden of Delights: Friday Afternoon

In the sun-drenched backyard of the Grupper house, the air hummed with the scent of blooming roses and freshly cut grass. Sam's mom, Mrs. Grupper, stepped out onto the patio, wiping her hands on her apron. "Sam! Sam, where are you?" she called out, her voice echoing through the garden.

A mischievous giggle floated back from behind the tall hedge. Peering around it, Mrs. Grupper's face lit up with a knowing smile. There, sprawled on a colorful beach towel under the relentless summer sun, was her son Sam—tiny, no bigger than a doll in this new world where women towered like goddesses over shrunken men. And manipulating him with gleeful abandon was Misty, their bubbly teenage neighbor, a blonde bombshell of 16 with curves that could eclipse the sun itself.

Misty had Sam's naked body pressed firmly against her slick, shaved pussy, rubbing him up and down like a living vibrator. Soft moans escaped her lips as she ground against him, her juices already drenching his skin and matting his hair. Sam's discarded clothes lay crumpled nearby, forgotten relics of his former dignity.

Oh God, no—no, this can't be happening, Sam thought, his heart pounding like a war drum in his tiny chest. I was just looking, just a peek at her sunbathing... she's so huge, those curves like mountains. Now I'm naked, slick—her juices everywhere, sticking to my skin, my face, my dick. It's hardening against my will, traitorous body! The warmth, the pressure... it's suffocating, intoxicating. Stop it!

Spotting Mrs. Grupper, Misty didn't miss a beat. She flashed a wicked grin, holding Sam up like a trophy. "Hi, Mrs. Grupper! I was just playing with Sam a little bit..." She giggled mischievously. "I caught him staring at me while I sunbathed, so I thought I'd show him my body a little closer."

Mrs. Grupper chuckled warmly, unfazed. "That's great, Misty. I know you're a teen girl now, beginning to explore your body and all the sensations you can get from playing with boys and men."

"Men can't help themselves, right?" Misty added, eyeing Sam's glistening form—and the raging boner that betrayed his helpless arousal despite his protests.

She sees it—Mom sees it! Sam's mind screamed, humiliation crashing over him like a tidal wave. My own erection, mocking me while I'm used like this. And Mom's... smiling? Why isn't she horrified? Betrayal stabs deeper than Misty's grip.

"They can't help themselves indeed," Mrs. Grupper agreed, her tone matter-of-fact. "But we have to teach them to behave and obey our every whim. After all, since all females are now gigantic compared to men, it's only natural."

"Help! Help, Mom, please tell her to stop!" Sam cried out, his voice a pathetic squeak as he dangled from Misty's fingers, slick and dizzy. Please, Mom—save me! I'm your son, not her toy! Rage boils in my chest—I'll fight this, scream louder!

Mrs. Grupper shook her head gently. "I can't tell Misty to stop, Sam. She found you spying on her, and as a giantess, she can use you to satisfy her needs if she wants."

She can't? She won't? The words hit like a sledgehammer, shattering his hope. Abandoned. By my own mother. Terror coils in my gut—what if I can't escape? What if... part of me likes the warmth, the power pressing me? No! Stop that thought—it's poison!

"Yuppie!! You heard that, Sam. Your mom has given me explicit permission to play with you now!" Misty cheered, twirling his body in the air until his head spun. "Now listen, Sam—you're a grown man, and I'm entitled to play with you if I want."

Twirling... dizzy... world blurring, Sam reeled internally, nausea mixing with unwanted sparks of arousal from the motion against her skin. Permission? I'm hers now? A grown man—reduced to this. Pride crumbling, fury fading to despair. Her giggles thunder in my skull. I was somebody once...

Mrs. Grupper nodded approvingly. "Exactly. Have fun, you two. I'll be inside if you need anything."

With that, she sauntered back to the house, leaving Sam to his fate. She's gone. Just like that. Shock numbs me—heart still racing, but the fight... it's slipping. Humiliation burns eternal. What have I become?

Garden of Delights: Friday Afternoon (Lotion Duty)

The afternoon stretched into a haze of humid delight for Misty. She rolled onto her stomach with a contented sigh, her massive, sun-kissed ass arched high like twin moons begging for worship. The sheer scale of her cheeks loomed over Sam like endless golden hills, their smooth curves glistening faintly in the sunlight. "Time for your real work, little spy," she teased, her voice a playful rumble that vibrated through the air. She plucked a dollop of tan lotion from the bottle—the globule easily the size of Sam's torso—and plopped it onto her left cheek with a wet splat. "Rub it all over my booty. Every inch. Make it perfect."

Hours? This can't be hours, Sam thought, staring up at the vast expanse before him, his body still slick and trembling from her earlier use. My arms already ache from fighting, and now this endless ass—smooth, hot, coconut-scented hell. It's everywhere, her scent overwhelming, musky and sweet. I'm just a bug sliding on skin. Disgust churns in my stomach, but... that warmth against me again. No—focus! Obey or else. Exhaustion weighs me down already. Why does obeying feel... inevitable?

Trembling, Sam waded into the lotion puddle and began working it into her flesh. His tiny hands and body slid across the alluring surface, spreading the creamy white across her curves. The heat of her skin enveloped him completely, her natural musk mixing with the tropical lotion to flood his senses. Minutes blurred into what felt like eternity as he climbed, rubbed, and smeared—his muscles burning, sweat mingling with the slick mess.

Keep going... up this mountain of ass. Her purrs vibrate through me—pleasure? For her. Shame floods me; I'm degrading myself, worshipping a teenager's booty like it's my job. But my dick throbs again, traitorous, rubbing against her as I move. Hate it! Hate this heat building inside me. I was a man with a life—now her lotion boy. Creeping shame: Part of me... likes the softness? No! Rage flickers, but it's so tired...

After what seemed like hours, Misty hooked a finger into her tiny g-string and peeled it off with a flourish, tossing it aside like trash. The fabric fluttered down nearby, a mocking reminder of her casual dominance. The air shifted—muskier now, more intimate—as her bare crack came into view, a deep, shadowy valley between her massive cheeks. "Good boy," she cooed. "Now do my crack too. Deep as you can go."

Sam froze for a heartbeat, staring into the dark crevice. Oh fuck, the crack—dark, musky, endless. That scent hits like a wave, earthy and overpowering. My heart races—disgust twists my gut. Do I have a choice? Mom said obey... Swallowing bile, he obliged, slathering lotion deep into the valley. His body sank between the cheeks, the walls of flesh pressing warm and yielding around him as he worked.

Misty sighed contentedly, her body relaxing under his efforts, a low purr rumbling from her throat. "You're doing such good work on my booty," she said happily, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She glanced back over her shoulder, her blue eyes sparkling mischievously between the massive, rounded globes that dwarfed him completely. "Now... I want you to rub my butthole too!"

Her butthole? Sam's mind reeled, horror crashing through the exhaustion. No—no way. That's too much, too intimate. The smell intensifies here, thick and forbidden. My stomach lurches—disgust, pure and raw. But her eyes... commanding, expectant. Unwanted spark: That tightness I glimpsed earlier... No! Stop!

Before he could even squeak a protest, Misty reached back and spread her cheeks wider with both hands, exposing her puckered entrance like a gateway to another world. It winked at him, warm and inviting in her mind, terrifying in his. "Get your arm inside my ass!" she ordered, her tone brooking no argument—cheerful yet ironclad.

Arm inside? Up to my shoulder? Panic surged, his breath coming in tiny gasps. It's pulsing, alive—tight, hot. The walls will clamp me, own me. Humiliation burns: I'm about to fist a teenager's ass. Rage screams—fight her! But his body betrayed him again, moving on autopilot. Trembling, Sam plunged in. His arm sank up to the shoulder into her tight, warm rectum—the velvet walls clenching around him like a living vice, sucking him deeper with rhythmic pulses.

Oh God—it's everywhere! Tight, pulsing, clamping so hard I can't pull back. Her heat suffocates, her scent chokes me—musky, intimate hell. Nausea roils, but... that grip, massaging me too? Dizzy, trapped. My boner rages harder—why? Her power? The forbidden thrill? Self-loathing floods: I'm aroused by this degradation!

"When you have it all in, start moving it around!" Misty demanded, her voice breathy with anticipation. "Massage me good, little toy!"

Sam obeyed his teenage conqueror, twisting and thrusting his limb deep inside her. The tight rectum clamped rhythmically, gripping his arm as he stirred her most intimate depths. Misty shook with pleasure, her moans echoing through the garden like thunderclaps—waves of ecstasy rippling across her giant form. "Ohhh, yes! Deeper, little toy! Just like that!"

Her moans shake my world—each one a earthquake. She's quivering, blissed out, and I'm the cause? Nausea mixes with... sparks? Her pleasure echoing in me, stirring something dark. Exhaustion peaks—arm burning, body slick with lotion and sweat. Pride shattered completely: I was somebody. Now? Her ass puppet. Creeping resignation: Obeying feels... natural. God, forgive me—arousal wins. I hate this. I need it to end. But her purrs... they pull me deeper.

By the time she finally released him—panting and spent, her skin glowing with a perfect tan—Misty scooped him up and planted a sticky kiss on his lotion-smeared face. "Perfect work, Sam! You're my favorite toy already." She giggled, oblivious to the war raging in his tiny soul.

Done... finally. Collapsing inside—physically spent, emotionally gutted. Humiliation eternal, a brand on my psyche. That unwanted thrill lingers, mocking me. What have I become? And the weekend's just starting... Despair whispers: No escape.

GTS Beach 3

 

Amish GTS

 

Dear Log Part 2

 

August 12th: The Grand Hunt Looms

Dear Log,

Today’s talk revealed the “Grand Hunt Night,” a campus tradition where male freshmen must evade capture by giantesses. If caught, you’re claimed by a student house, your life dictated by its female members. The idea of being “owned” is terrifying, but the alternative—abduction by rogue giantesses—sounds worse.  Campus was a minefield of female attention. A giantess stuffed me into the back pocket of her shorts, my body bouncing against her swaying asscheek as she strolled. Another kissed me until my face was slick with her saliva, her tongue teasing my lips. I saw Tiffany again, towering over a group of guys worshipping her toes. Her giggles were sweet, but the dominance in her eyes made me question her intentions. I hurried to my dorm, heart pounding. 

August 15th: The Grand Hunt Night

Dear Log,

Last night was chaos. At 7:10 p.m., the bell rang, and we freshmen sprinted from the cafeteria, given a 20-minute head start. The ground shook as the giantesses began their hunt, their laughter booming like thunder. Rick, Tom, and I didn’t get far before a blonde giantess named Eva snatched us up. Her freckled cheeks and pigtails gave her an innocent look, but her massive breasts and sculpted ass told a different story. She kissed us one by one, her plush lips overwhelming, then tossed us into a bag, singing as she carried us to Gamma Delta Gamma house. 

Inside, we were placed on a high table, surrounded by gorgeous, predatory giantesses. Roxy, the house president, welcomed us, a tiny guy wedged tightly between her cleavage. “You belong to us now,” she declared, her voice dripping with authority. “We control your studies, your food, your social life—everything.” The giantesses stripped us naked, their fingers and tongues exploring every inch of our bodies. I was assigned to Samantha, a redheaded vixen in a skimpy bikini. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she licked my face, soaking me in her warm saliva.  She took me on a tour of the house, its vast rooms filled with dollhouses and cages. Black-and-white photos lined the party room, depicting naked guys worshipping giantesses—some trapped between toes, others caught inside deep ass cracks, others used as body ornaments, and others used as sex toys. Samantha noticed my shock and giggled. “Don’t worry, pet. You’ll love being our toy.”  In her bedroom, she slipped me into the crotch of her bikini, pressing me against her hot, wet pussy. Her scent was overwhelming, her folds slick and pulsing. Instinctively, I kissed and rubbed her swollen labia, drawing soft moans from her. When I sucked her engorged clit, she gasped, her thighs trembling. I worked her relentlessly, my hands and tongue driving her wild until she climaxed, her juices flooding over me. Her thighs nearly crushed me as she screamed in ecstasy.  Samantha was elated. She said that she had never met a tiny with my clit-sucking skills. She also said that I was going to be a perfect match for the Gamma Delta Gamma house.

Samantha wasn’t done. She slid me between her perfect asscheeks, pressing me against her puckering anus. It kissed me, hot and musky, as she contracted it rhythmically. I worshipped her sphincter, licking, kissing, and sucking her tender rosebud until she moaned again. When she finally pulled me out, she fitted a gold ring around my neck, engraved with “Property of Gamma Delta Gamma.” “Never take this off,” she warned, “or a giantess from another house or a rogue giantess might claim you.”  She kissed me again, her tongue enveloping my face, and snapped a selfie. Exhausted but exhilarated, I realized I was now officially theirs.  

“Because you’ve been such a good pet, I’m gonna give you a surprise!” she said and began sucking my cock between her plush lips. Her suction was so powerful that I felt that she was going to extract my marrow and soul! I cummed very quickly, and she giggled, looking at my reaction.

My new home was assigned: a tiny house in Samantha’s bedroom, placed on one of her nightstands. All my stuff had previously been moved there. I was happy to have a place for my own, and Samantha told me that my pals, Rick and Tom, were also assigned to other bedrooms.

August 16th: Life in Gamma Delta Gamma

Dear Log,

My first day in the house was intense. Gina, Tiffany, and Jane are all Gamma Delta Gamma girls, their predatory smiles making my skin prickle. Samantha, my assigned guardian, wasted no time asserting her dominance. She stripped us both naked and made me worship her ass, counting every freckle on her smooth, muscular cheeks. Each mistake earned me a trip between her cheeks, her anus kissing me as she clenched.  Later, she shoved me into her tight, dripping pussy, using me to stimulate her walls. Her contractions were relentless, her fluids drowning me as she moaned. I was her toy, moved in and out until she climaxed, her hips bucking wildly. Exhausted, I lay on her asscheek, writing this, still reeling from her power. 

Last time, I didn’t have enough chance to appreciate the sheer magnificence of her derriere. But this time, she made sure I got very close and acquainted with her superb butt,  and I had to show my appreciation for it rigorously. She made me count the freckles on the smooth surface of her cheeks, and every time I got the number wrong, she put me between her buttcheeks and clasped them, imprisoning me!

Her titanic asscheeks are very massive and muscular but they feel so soft and smooth to the touch at the same time. Samantha made me worship her glorious behind as I rubbed it and kissed every freckle on it, and then she placed inside her crack. Her marvelous rump enveloped me while her anus began kissing me again. 

I spent quite a lot of time trapped between her moon-halves while tickling, kissing and licking her puckering sphincter. 

She used me to please her pussy again, but, this time, she shoved me inside it and moved me around, stimulating her vaginal walls and getting me drenched in her bodily fluids. Her hot vaginal canal was very tight, and it contracted mightily around my helpless body, but I was able to breathe despite the streams of her pussy fluids.

Her cavernous pussy canal engulfed me completely as she moved me in and out of it over and over, and faster and faster until I lost track of time. 

She pushed me against her G-spot too, and I felt her trembling and shaking excitedly. She began moving me in tight circles as she used my whole body to stimulate her. I felt misused and mistreated like an old ragdoll, but, luckily, I have experience as a living sex toy, as my mom and sisters have used my body in this fashion many times before.

Her thick fluids filled my mouth as Samantha got more and more excited.

Finally, Samantha climaxed, moaning loudly. She left my body inside her while her living walls contracted around me, almost squashing my body. She pushed her hips upwards forcefully, enjoying wave after wave of pleasure while my body was shaken along.

Samantha told me that every girl in the house has the right to play with me. I wonder if I’ll ever have time for my classes and homework!

She gave me another blowjob and I was left spent and sweating, but quite happy!!

Later this day, the other tinies of the Gamma Delta Gamma house and I had a couple of free hours. I felt completely exhausted and spent the free hours sleeping, but I had dreams of gigantic butts and devouring pussies and buttholes!!!

August 18th: Classes and Submission

Dear Log,

Samantha showered with me, using my body to lather her curves. She used my body to lather hers. I had a great time as she rubbed me all over her smooth skin. She spent long minutes making sure that her tits, pussy, and ass were completely cleaned. She paid special attention to her puckering anus as she rubbed it exhaustively with my body. 

I also spent a lot of time on the smooth surface of her thighs and calves, and she even used me to clean her toes and feet. At breakfast, I was tucked between her breasts, surrounded by other guys similarly “stored.” 

In Math 01, Miss Olive’s massive ass swayed hypnotically as she taught. Special seats for males were placed on her huge desk so she could check on us all the time. But we also were able to check her terrific behind as it shook and trembled just in front of us!

It’s going to be very difficult to pay attention to the class, having such a magnificent derriere distracting us. Miss Olive also has great legs and turgid breasts, but her butt surely is her most remarkable asset!

I also had psychology class, and Samantha took me there as soon as Miss Olive let us go.

The teacher is a hot, curvaceous blond in her mid-thirties, named Mrs. Morrison. 

Psychology with Mrs. Morrison was no less distracting—her curves were unreal. At the end of the class, Mrs. Morrison asked if any male student would like to participate in a study one of her doctorate students was going to do as part of her final project. I raised my hand as soon as she said that all participants would get extra points. A few more guys volunteered, and Mrs. Morrison jotted our names down, and asked us to present ourselves next Friday morning in her lab for a brief presentation.

In art class, the teacher, Miss Trudy Petrucci, a voluptuous redhead giantess in her mid-40s, asked for volunteers to pose for the rest of the class. Some giantess said my name, and I reluctantly posed naked with Cindy, a stunning Japanese giantess from Gamma Delta Gamma, too!

She put me in different parts of her body and in various positions until the teacher chose one particularly humiliating for me. Cindy lay on her stomach, my body was buried between her magnificent asscheeks, my head barely visible. The humiliation was intense, but her soft, warm flesh made it bearable. The other students sketched us like this. 

When the class ended, Miss Trudy asked me if I wanted some extra credits. She said that I have the kind of body and attitude necessary for some artsy photographs and paintings she’s working on. She also said that I was going to pose with different female models. I agreed immediately!!

When classes were over, I met my tutor, Clara, a beautiful gothic giantess with long black hair, pale white skin, big bouncing breasts, and perfectly rounded buttcheeks. She warned me about her strictness. She said she’s very tough with male students, and that if I didn't get good notes, she’d punish me! She stood up and lifted the front part of her miniskirt. She showed me her skimpy underwear, which looked like a spider web, with a spider directly on her shaved pussy. She told me to look carefully, and I saw a tiny male trapped in the crotch of her semi-transparent undies. It seemed that he was trapped in the spider web. 

Clara looked down at me, studying my reaction as she pushed the helpless guy between her labia, engulfing his small body completely!

She said that he had gotten a B minus, but if he had obtained a lower grade, he’d spend a long time trapped inside her boots or inside her awesome ass!!

But she also said that if I study hard, do my homework, and get good grades, she’d give me a special surprise (I hope it’s a surprise like Samantha’s!). I gulped and assured her that I was gonna work hard. She nodded, turned around, giving me a glimpse of her magnificent behind, and walked away. 

To be continued...

Dear Log Part 1

 Diary of a College Toyboy: A Tale of Dominance and Desire

By Ramvo 

In a Not-So-Distant Future...

The world has transformed in ways no one could have predicted. The collapse of Earth’s ecosystems triggered an evolutionary shift: women grew into towering, powerful giantesses, averaging 50 feet in height, their bodies radiating strength and dominance. Men, however, remained unchanged, their numbers dwindling, reduced to mere toys and pets in a female-ruled society. Power dynamics shifted irreversibly, and men adapted to survive in a world where they were playthings for the whims of colossal women.  This is the story of Bobby, an 18-year-old freshman fresh from an all-male high school, stepping into the exhilarating and terrifying world of Stanton College, the nation’s premier coed institution. Here, Bobby navigates a campus teeming with curvaceous, commanding giantesses who view him as both a prize and a plaything.  

May 1st

Dear Log,

Today, my life changed forever. I got the acceptance letter from Stanton College! It’s the best coed school in the country, renowned for giving male students a shot at thriving in this giantess-dominated world. When I told my family, my towering mother and two younger sisters squealed with joy. They scooped me up, their massive hands passing me between them like a ragdoll, planting wet, smothering kisses on my tiny body. I was dizzy by the time they set me down, my face smeared with their lipstick and my heart racing. I’m thrilled, but nervous—what does a guy like me, barely five feet tall, do in a world of 50-foot goddesses?  

August 10th: First Day on Campus

Dear Log,

Today was a sensory overload. Stanton’s campus is a sprawling paradise, lush with greenery and dotted with gleaming buildings. But it’s the giantesses who stole my breath. They’re everywhere—stunning, confident, and impossibly huge. Their revealing outfits left little to the imagination: tiny shorts clinging to thick, tanned thighs; crop tops straining against massive, jiggling breasts; and miniskirts that swayed with every step, teasing glimpses of what lay beneath.  I was assigned a guide, a blonde bombshell named Tiffany, majoring in Size and Social Studies. She squatted down to greet me, her tight tank top barely containing her voluptuous curves. Her denim shorts hugged her hips, accentuating her round, sculpted ass. Her perfume was intoxicating, a sweet, musky scent that made my head spin. “What’s your name, cutie?” she asked, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. I stammered, too nervous to form words, and she giggled, her plush lips parting to reveal perfect teeth.  Before I could react, she scooped me up in her warm, soft palm and—oh God—tucked me snugly between her massive, heaving breasts. My face was pressed into her silky cleavage, her sweat mingling with mine as her heartbeat thrummed against me. I was rock-hard in seconds, overwhelmed by the heat and softness of her skin. She barely noticed, chatting casually about campus facilities while snapping selfies, my tiny head poking out from her chest like a trophy. One photo captured her kissing me, her full lips engulfing my face, leaving it slick with her cherry-red lipstick and warm saliva. “You’re adorable,” she purred, slipping me her number. “I hope we get to play more soon.”  The campus was a whirlwind of giantess attention. Girls whistled at me, their sultry smiles making my knees weak. Some wore male students as living jewelry—guys dangling from necklaces, tied to thighs, or nestled between breasts. One girl, a statuesque brunette, had a hogtied guy swinging from her golden choker, his muffled groans barely audible. At lunch, I met Rick and Tom, fellow freshmen from all-male schools, just as shell-shocked as me. A group of giantesses joined us, their curves spilling out of tight outfits. Gina, a voluptuous Black giantess, teased me relentlessly, her skintight shorts showcasing every inch of her glorious legs and impossibly round ass. “You’re so cute, I could just sit on you and keep you trapped in my panties,” she said, her predatory gaze making my stomach flip. I swore I heard faint screams from her crotch, but I told myself it was my imagination.  

August 11th: A Day of Debauchery

Dear Log,

The morning started with a mandatory safety talk for male students. A male tutor, held in the fist of a smirking brunette giantess, warned us about campus dangers. His gold collar gleamed, engraved with the name of his student house. “Don’t wander alone at night,” he said. “Some guys get abducted and never return.” The thought sent chills down my spine, but the giantess’s playful grin behind him was oddly distracting.  Later, I found Rick and Tom by the giantess pool, where a group of bikini-clad coeds were using them like toys. The girls kissed and licked the naked guys, giggling as they rubbed them across their oiled bodies to spread sunscreen. I tried to head back to my dorm, exhausted, but a Latina goddess named Jane caught me. Her cinnamon skin glistened, her tiny bikini barely containing her curves. “Where do you think you’re going, little guy?” she teased, stripping me naked before I could protest.  Her warm, wet tongue slathered my body, lingering on my cock until I was throbbing and helpless. She giggled at my erection, then licked and sucked my shaft with slow, deliberate strokes until I exploded in her mouth. She savored my release, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. Then she coated me in sunscreen and used me to massage her body—her firm thighs, her toned calves, and oh God, her perfect, jiggly ass. She rubbed me in slow circles across her cheeks, moaning softly as I slid against her silky skin. Other giantesses joined in, passing me around like a toy, each one using me to caress their curves until I was dizzy with pleasure and exhaustion.  Gina was there too, her g-string devoured by her massive, ebony ass. She shoved guys between her cheeks or against her pussy, grinding them until they were dazed. She caught my eye, plucked a squirming freshman from the crowd, and tucked him into the back of her g-string. His tiny form vanished between her plump cheeks as she bent over, giving me a full view of her glorious posterior. She rubbed her crack with a finger, pushing him deeper until he disappeared entirely, her mischievous laughter echoing as I fled to my dorm. 

GTS Beach