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.