THERAPY 2

Therapy – Part 2

By Ramvo

Sunday Morning

Timmy lay utterly spent, broken and tamed, on the softest surface he had known in days: the crumpled crotch of Dr. Maggy Kilmister’s worn satin panties. He was trapped inside one of the deep mahogany drawers of her bedroom dresser, surrounded by the heavy perfume of her lingerie and the lingering musk of her body.

Since Friday afternoon, when his own mother had casually deposited him—shrunken to barely three inches tall—into the suffocating crevice of Dr. Kilmister’s enormous ass, his life had become a feverish nightmare. The memories were both blurred and razor-sharp: the heat, the pressure, the endless slick darkness, the way the giantess had used him again and again without mercy. He had never imagined that “therapy” could be so degrading, so utterly dehumanizing.

Once his mother had left, laughing as she closed the door behind her, Timmy had become Dr. Kilmister’s personal plaything—and not just hers. Other women had visited the house over the weekend, curious friends and clients eager to sample the living toy Maggy kept in her drawer. But his real training, the systematic breaking of his will, had begun with Maggy’s young assistant, Jenny.

Jenny was a petite, deceptively sweet-looking psychology student—barely 5'2", with long golden-blonde hair, innocent blue eyes, and a body that seemed designed for sin. Her breasts were absurdly full and heavy for her tiny frame, straining against every top she wore, and her round, heart-shaped bubble butt jiggled hypnotically with every step. At normal size, Timmy would have worshipped her from afar. Now she was a playful, merciless goddess.

She had arrived only minutes after Timmy’s mother departed. The two women greeted each other with hungry kisses, hands already roaming, and carried the terrified boy straight to Maggy’s king-sized bed.

The First Session

The bedroom was bathed in warm afternoon light filtering through gauzy curtains. The air smelled of vanilla candles and feminine arousal. Maggy and Jenny stripped each other slowly, savoring the ritual. Maggy peeled Jenny’s tight denim miniskirt down her smooth thighs, revealing a tiny black g-string that disappeared between those perfect plump cheeks. Jenny, standing on the bed to reach, unclasped Maggy’s bra and let the doctor’s enormous, olive-skinned breasts spill free—heavy, pendulous, capped with wide dark areolas already stiffening in the cool air.

Timmy stood frozen on the duvet, staring up at the two giantesses locked in a slow, ravenous kiss. Maggy towered over Jenny like an Amazon, her curvaceous six-foot frame dwarfing the petite blonde, yet their bodies fit together with practiced intimacy. Their tongues danced visibly; soft moans filled the room. Timmy’s tiny cock, traitorous as ever, throbbed against his will.

Finally they broke the kiss and turned their heads in perfect unison toward him. Four gleaming eyes fixed on the little man. Identical wicked smiles curved their lips.

Maggy lay back against the mountain of pillows, her dark hair fanning across the silk. With two enormous fingers she plucked Timmy from the bed as casually as a crumb.

“Time to begin your real therapy, sweetheart,” she purred, bringing him close enough that her warm breath washed over him in humid waves. Her full lips glistened. “You’re going to learn respect. Obedience. Worship. And Jenny here—” she glanced at the grinning blonde—“is my lover and my very enthusiastic assistant. You’ll serve her just as eagerly as you serve me.”

She passed the trembling boy to Jenny, who cupped him in soft, manicured hands.

“Hi, Timmy,” Jenny cooed, voice sugary but dripping with menace. “Be a good boy and this will be fun for all of us.” She dragged her warm, wet tongue slowly up his entire body—head to toe—coating him in a glistening layer of saliva. He shuddered, equal parts terror and unwanted arousal.

Then the games truly began.

Jenny knelt between Maggy’s spread thighs and used Timmy like a living massage tool, rubbing his body in slow circles over the doctor’s massive breasts. The skin was warm silk beneath him; the scent of her perfume mingled with faint sweat. Whenever he slowed, Jenny pressed him harder against a thick, erect nipple the size of his head.

“Suck,” she ordered playfully. “Open wide, little man.”

She forced his face against the swollen bud until his jaws ached, his mouth stuffed with salty, rubbery flesh. Maggy moaned above them, arching her back, her enormous tits quivering with every breath.

From breasts they moved downward—across the taut ridges of Maggy’s abdomen, into the deep well of her navel where Timmy was repeatedly dunked like a toy in a pool. Then lower still.

Jenny positioned him directly at the entrance of Maggy’s pussy. The outer lips were plump and slick, framed by a neatly trimmed triangle of dark curls. Heat radiated against his skin; the musky scent was overwhelming. Jenny pushed him forward until he was wedged helplessly between the dripping folds.

He screamed—sound muffled instantly as Jenny’s fingertip sealed his face against the yielding flesh.

“Shhh,” she whispered. “First rule: toys don’t talk unless spoken to.”

With deliberate slowness she worked him deeper—feet-first—until only his head remained outside, framed obscenely by Maggy’s labia. Jenny admired her handiwork, then gave one final push.

Timmy vanished completely into the hot, rippling tunnel.

Inside was a living nightmare: slick walls pulsing around him, squeezing rhythmically, coating him in thick juices. The more he thrashed, the tighter the tunnel gripped, and the louder Maggy moaned overhead. When her orgasm hit, the muscular contractions nearly crushed him. A gush of fluid blasted him outward; he shot free like a cork, dangling upside-down by one ankle, coughing and sputtering, drenched in her release.

Jenny plucked him up, dangling him in front of her smiling lips.

“Rough first ride?” she teased. “Don’t worry. The next one’s even more… intimate.”

Maggy rolled onto her stomach, then lifted her hips, presenting her magnificent ass. The cheeks were smooth bronze globes, impossibly round and firm, parting slightly to reveal the deep shadowed cleft. She looked back over her shoulder, dark eyes glittering.

“Remember Friday, Timmy? When your mommy tucked you in here for safekeeping?” She wiggled; the cheeks clapped softly together. “This time you’re going much deeper.”

Jenny laid him in the sweaty valley of Maggy’s crack and spent long minutes kneading and spanking the gigantic buttocks, making them bounce and quake around the helpless boy. Sweat beaded and rolled down the cleft, soaking him anew. The scent was dizzying—musk and heat and faint traces of the doctor’s earlier arousal.

At last Jenny guided him downward until his face pressed against the puckered ring of Maggy’s anus. It flexed greedily, already slick. The heat was intense; the smell earthy and forbidden.

“Please…” Timmy managed to sob.

Jenny only laughed. “In you go, little butt-plug.”

She pushed—slowly, inexorably—feet first into the tight, clenching hole. The ring stretched around his ankles, his knees, his hips. Every inch drew a fresh wail from him and a throaty moan from Maggy. When his head finally slipped past the ring with a wet pop, darkness swallowed him whole.

Jenny left her finger buried a few inches inside, wiggling it to seat him properly, before withdrawing with a satisfied sigh.

For what felt like hours Timmy fought in the crushing, slimy tunnel. The walls rippled and squeezed in rhythmic waves; whenever his struggles slowed, Maggy clenched deliberately, forcing him to redouble his efforts. Jenny lay sprawled across Maggy’s back, kissing her neck, murmuring filthy encouragement.

At last another thunderous orgasm rippled through the giantess. The rectum contracted so violently Timmy blacked out, his last sensation the deafening roar of Maggy’s pleasure echoing through her body.

When he came to, Jenny’s lips were sealed around Maggy’s anus, sucking gently. Inch by inch she drew his limp, slime-covered body out like obscene taffy. When his head emerged she bit down lightly on his torso—just enough to hold him—then shook him playfully from side to side while both women laughed.

They deposited the half-conscious boy on a silk pillow to recover and immediately turned their attention back to each other—kissing, grinding, fingers buried deep—whispering about all the lessons still to come.

The therapy, they agreed, was progressing beautifully.

TO BE CONTINUED…

New story: The Posterior Bonding Ceremony

 The Posterior Bonding Ceremony

By Ramvo

Disclaimer: all characters in this fictional story are of legal age, 18 or older!!

The basement of Kappa Delta Rho was dimly lit by strings of fairy lights and scented candles vanilla and musk to mask any telltale odors. The senior sisters, all in matching black lace thongs and cropped hoodies with the Greek letters glittering across their chests, lounged on plush couches arranged in a semicircle. In front of them knelt the ten new pledges, nervous freshmen dressed only in white cotton panties and thin tank tops, each holding a small glass vial between trembling fingers.

Inside every vial squirmed a one inch man shrunken "pledge toys" sourced from the university's disciplinary reduction program. Some had been arrogant frat boys, others scholarship athletes who crossed the wrong sorority member. Now they were property, destined to prove the pledges' worth.

Big Sister Elena, chapter president and undisputed queen of the house, stood at the center. Tall, curvaceous, with long dark hair and an ass that looked sculpted for dominance, she smiled sweetly as she addressed the group.

“Welcome to the real initiation, pledges. Tonight you learn what it means to own someone completely. Not with chains or cages with your body. Specifically…” She turned, bent at the waist, and slowly peeled her thong aside, spreading her plump perfectly rounded cheeks wide with both hands. “…this.”

The pledges leaned forward, eyes wide. The tiny man already lodged in Elena's anus was visible only as a faint, frantic lump pressed against the wrinkled pink ring. Every few seconds she gave a light clench, making him twitch visibly.

“Placement is everything,” Elena explained, voice calm and teacherly. “You don't just drop him in and hope. Watch carefully.”

She relaxed her glutes, widening the cleft so the candlelight caught the glossy sheen of natural moisture. With two fingers, she gently nudged the tiny deeper until only his kicking legs protruded from the outer furrows. Then she squeezed slowly, deliberately. The legs vanished with a soft, wet schlick.

“Mmmh… See that? The ring catches him like a trap. Once he's seated right, gravity and your own heat do the rest. But you control the pressure. Too tight too soon and he panics uselessly. Too loose and he might crawl. We want controlled panic enough to keep him moving, enough to remind him who's in charge.”

The pledges giggled nervously. One blonde, petite Mia whispered, “He's still kicking in there?”

Elena straightened, letting her cheeks snap shut. A tiny bulge appeared under the lace before disappearing again as she clenched. “Oh yes. Every flutter is a little prayer for mercy. And it feels… exquisite.”

She clapped once. “Your turn. Panties down, vials open. Big sisters will supervise.”

The pledges obeyed, sliding their underwear to their knees. One by one, they tipped the screaming tinies into their waiting cracks. Soft thumps echoed as each man landed between warm, meaty hills, huge spheres of juvenile flesh for them. Giggles erupted immediately.

“Oh my god, he's sliding right to it!” sophomore pledge Lauren squealed, bending to watch in the full length mirror propped against the wall.

“Widen your hips, sweetie,” her assigned big sister Chloe coached, kneeling behind her. “Like you're about to sit on his face because you are. Now two fingers… push… there.”

Lauren gasped as the tiny vanished into her ring with a slick pop. She clenched experimentally; her eyes fluttered. “Holy shit… I can feel every little punch.”

Across the circle the scene repeated: tinies dropped, guided, inserted. Some girls were clumsy at first accidentally smearing their toy along the crack before finally lodging him. Others were naturals, pushing with practiced ease. Moans mixed with laughter.

“Don't be shy about squeezing,” Elena reminded them. “Pulse in sets of five. Hold… release… hold. If he stops moving, clench harder. Revive him. We don't waste good toys on the first night.”

For the next hour the pledges remained bent over or on all fours while big sisters critiqued technique. Mirrors were passed around so each girl could see her tiny's faint outline under stretched cotton.

“Look how pathetic he is,” Chloe said, pointing at Lauren's reflection. “All that muscle, all that ego, reduced to a little lump in your asshole. Squeeze again, make him dance.”

Lauren did. The bulge jerked wildly. She bit her lip, thighs trembling. “He's… begging or something. I can feel his mouth opening against me.”

“Good,” Elena purred. “That's when you know you've won. Now the endurance portion.”

The pledges were told to pull up their pantiestight, seamless ones provided by the house and sit in a circle on the carpet. No cushions. Just firm pressure.

“Two hours minimum,” Elena announced. “Talk, laugh, drink your wine coolers. Act normal. Your toy is part of you now. If you feel him weaken, give a little flex. Remind him that breathing is a privilege. And remember that their distress is your pleasure!!”

The room filled with chatterclasses, boys, weekend plans while beneath panties and between massive cheeks, ten tiny men fought for air in hot, humid darkness. Sweat beaded and trickled, adding slick lubrication that pulled them inexorably deeper. Every casual shift of a hip or cross of legs ground them further into wrinkled flesh.

One pledge, redheaded Taylor, closed her eyes and sighed. “He's still going strong… like a tiny vibrator. I think I'm gonna cum if he keeps this up.”

The big sisters laughed approvingly. “That's the point,” Elena said. “Power feels good. Control feels better. His suffering is your pleasure.”

As the clock ticked past midnight, Elena stood. “Final test. Full insertion, no fingers, just muscle. Push him past the ring. Let your rectum claim him.”

The pledges focused, breathing deep. Soft grunts and whimpers filled the room as tinies were swallowed deeper by rhythmic contractions. One by one the visible bulges vanished completely.

Mia looked down at her smooth panties, no trace left. “He's… gone. Inside me.”

“Exactly,” Elena said. “Tomorrow you'll feel him all day walking to class, sitting in lecture, sleeping. Take him out only for bathroom breaks, and only if you're careful. These toys are expensive to replace.”

She smiled at the circle of flushed, empowered pledges.

“Congratulations. You're officially sisters. And you each have a permanent little secret tucked away where no one else can reach.”

The new initiates stood slowly, adjusting their panties, savoring the faint, hopeless flutters deep inside. As they filed upstairs to their rooms, hips swaying, they already knew: the ritual wasn't over. It had only just begun.

Taylor's Room – 1:17 AM

The world had become heat and pressure and darkness.

His name had once been Ethan, six feet tall, college quarterback, the kind of guy who laughed too loud at parties. Now he was nothing: a one-inch smear of life wedged deep inside Taylor's rectum, past the tight ring that had swallowed him whole during the final "full insertion" phase.

The sphincter had closed like an iron gate behind him. No light. No air current. Just the slow, rhythmic undulation of slick muscular walls that pulsed with every beat of her heart. The temperature was unbearably hotter than a sauna, thick with the humid musk of her body. Sweat from the basement ritual had dried into a sticky film that glued his limbs to the furrowed lining. Every attempt to shift even an inch only smeared more mucus across his face, forcing him to taste the bitter, salty tang of her insides. 

Ethan considered the irony. He had always checked Taylor’s exquisite butt every time he had the chance, but now, he was buried deep inside the perfectly rounded ass cheeks he had drooled over only a few days ago. He was not more than a living suppository for her and a pleasure toy for her to use and discard anytime she wished.

He tried to breathe. Shallow sips through nostrils pressed flat against wrinkled flesh. Each inhale dragged in the heavy scent: feminine, earthy, faintly metallic. Exhaling was worse, his chest compressed so tightly he could barely expand his ribs. Panic clawed at him, but screaming was impossible; his mouth filled instantly with soft, yielding tissue whenever he opened it.

“Move. Just move. She has to feel it. She has to let me out.” He thought.

He kicked. Punched. Twisted. His tiny fists hammered against the pulsing walls like rain on a tent. For a glorious second he felt the flesh quiver in response a distant ripple, a muffled clench. Then the walls tightened deliberately. A slow, powerful squeeze that crushed him from all sides, forcing the last of his air out in a silent wheeze. Stars burst behind his eyelids.

Above, worlds away Taylor stirred in her sleep.

She lay on her side in the narrow dorm bed, one leg drawn up, the motion shifting everything inside her. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt the faint flutter deep in her core.

"Mmm… still going," she murmured drowsily, voice thick with satisfaction. Her hand drifted down, pressing lightly over her lower belly as if to feel him through layers of skin and muscle. "Good boy. Keep fighting. It feels nice."

She clenched once experimentally, lazily. The contraction rolled through her like a wave, milking him deeper. Ethan's world compressed to nothing but crushing heat. He felt himself sliding in inexorably, helplessly further into the slick tunnel. The walls grew even tighter here, the air thinner, the smell stronger. He clawed at the mucus slick surface, nails finding no purchase.

Taylor giggled softly into her pillow. "You're so pathetic… like a little worm trying to swim upstream." She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs slightly under the covers. The shift sent a fresh trickle of moisture down, lubricating the passage and pulling him another fraction deeper.

3:42 AM

Ethan had stopped counting time. His muscles burned. His lungs ached. Every few minutes the giant body around him moved,Taylor shifting in her sleep, sighing, scratching an itch on her thigh. Each motion ground him against new folds of flesh. Sometimes she clenched reflexively in dreams; other times she relaxed completely, letting her rectum loosen just enough for him to gasp a desperate breath before the next involuntary pulse sucked him back in.

He was delirious now. Hallucinations flickered: the basement lights, the laughter of the sisters, Elena's calm voice explaining technique like it was a cooking tutorial. Pulse in sets of five. Hold… release… hold.

Taylor's body obeyed its own rhythm. A dream induced Kegel squeezed him hard once, twice, three times. He thrashed wildly, hoping to trigger mercy. Instead, she moaned low in her throat, hips rocking once against the mattress.

"Fuck… yes…" she whispered, half asleep. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties, pressing directly over the spot where he was lodged. The external pressure crushed him flat against the rectal wall. He felt the heat of her arousal building around him, walls swelling slightly, growing slicker, hotter.

She came quietly little more than a shuddering breath and a tightening that nearly snapped his ribs. The aftershocks rippled through her for minutes, each one grinding him like a pestle.

When the orgasm faded, she sighed contentedly and rolled over again. "You're staying right there," she mumbled. "All night. All tomorrow. Maybe forever if you're lucky."

5:58 AM – Dawn

Ethan was barely conscious. His struggles had dwindled to weak twitches instinct more than will. The air was almost gone; he survived on microscopic pockets trapped in the folds. His skin was raw from the constant friction, coated in a film of her secretions.

Taylor woke slowly. Sunlight filtered through blinds. She stretched, arching her back, feeling the tiny lump still deep inside.

"Still alive?" she asked the empty room, voice playful. A deliberate clench. A faint kick answered.

She smiled, patting her muscular ass cheek through the sheets. "Good. Class in two hours. You're coming with me and within me!." she giggled mischievously.

She stood, walked to the mirror, turned sideways. No visible bulge anymore, he was too deep. Just smooth skin and the secret knowledge of total ownership.

As she pulled on jeans tight enough to add constant pressure, Ethan felt the final shift: the world compressing one last time as denim hugged her perfect curves. No escape. No mercy. Only endless, rhythmic darkness and the indifferent heartbeat of his new goddess.

Down the hall, the other pledges woke to similar sensations. Ten tiny men, trapped in ten young women who now carried them like living jewelry, hidden, helpless, forever reminding their owners of the power between their cheeks.

The ritual was complete. The torment had only begun.

TO BE CONTINUED… 

Therapy Part 3

 Therapy – Part 3 

By Ramvo 

Domination by horny mistresses continues

Sunday Evening

The bedroom reeked now: heavy vanilla undercut by raw sweat, spent sex, and the faint metallic tang of fear-sweat that no candle could mask. The lamps had been dimmed to dying embers; long shadows stretched like fingers across sweat-damp sheets.

Timmy no longer lay peacefully on Jenny’s breast.

He was pinned facedown across the thick, ridged center of Maggy’s right nipple—arms and legs splayed wide, wrists and ankles lashed tight to the pebbled areola with fine black threads torn from one of Jenny’s ruined stockings. Every shallow breath Maggy took lifted and dropped him like a living yo-yo; every heartbeat thudded through the rubbery flesh beneath him, rattling his teeth.

He had screamed himself hoarse hours ago. Now he only whimpered—small, broken animal sounds.

Jenny knelt astride Maggy’s waist, facing backward, her plump bubble-butt hovering inches above Timmy’s tiny prison. The blonde’s cheeks were flushed crimson from earlier spankings; handprints still glowed angrily across both globes. Between them, her asshole winked—still slick and slightly gaping from where Maggy had spent twenty savage minutes fist-fucking her while Timmy watched, helpless, from the headboard.

“Time to turn up the volume,” Maggy said, voice low and gravelly. She pinched her own nipple between thumb and forefinger—slowly increasing pressure until the tender bud compressed around Timmy’s body like a fleshy vise. His ribs creaked audibly. A thin scream tore from his throat.

Jenny giggled—high and cruel—and lowered herself until the sweaty cleft of her ass swallowed the tiny bound figure whole. Maggy’s nipple disappeared between those plump cheeks with a wet squelch. Timmy’s world became crushing darkness, suffocating heat, and the obscene musk of Jenny’s most private places. Her asshole flexed once—deliberately—kissing the top of his head before sliding down to trap his face against the puckered ring.

“Feel that?” Jenny purred, grinding in slow, filthy circles. “That’s where bad boys go when they stop being fun.”

Maggy released her nipple. The sudden release of pressure sent a jolt of blood back into the swollen flesh; Timmy convulsed as the areola swelled around him again, mashing him deeper into Jenny’s crack. The blonde moaned and rocked harder—smearing him back and forth across her twitching hole like a living wipe.

“Beg,” Maggy ordered.

Timmy tried. The word came out mangled, muffled by sweaty skin and pulsing muscle.

“Louder.”

He screamed it this time—raw, shredded: “Please—please—please—”

Jenny lifted just enough to let him breathe, then slammed back down, smothering the plea mid-word. She laughed, delighted.

“He’s still got some fight,” she said over her shoulder. “Let’s fix that.”

Maggy reached between Jenny’s thighs and spread the blonde’s dripping cunt wide with two fingers. The inner lips parted with a sticky sound; a thick rope of arousal drooled onto Timmy’s upturned face. Jenny shifted forward, aligning herself, then sat—hard.

Timmy’s head and shoulders vanished into Jenny’s soaked pussy in one brutal plunge. The walls clamped like a fist. She didn’t give him time to adjust—she simply started riding, bouncing with short, vicious strokes that slapped her ass against Maggy’s mound over and over. Each descent drove him deeper; each lift dragged him halfway out only to ram him back in again. The wet, rhythmic squelching filled the room like obscene applause.

Maggy watched, eyes glittering, one hand fisting her own cunt in time with Jenny’s rhythm while the other reached back to spread her own ass cheeks wide.

“Deeper,” she growled.

Jenny obeyed instantly. She rose onto her knees, angled her hips, and dropped with all her weight.

Timmy disappeared to the waist inside her spasming channel. Jenny froze there—impaled and trembling—then began to grind in slow, punishing circles, stirring him like a swizzle stick inside her molten core.

Maggy’s voice cut through the wet sounds: “Now the other hole.”

Jenny lifted off with an obscene pop. Timmy dangled from her cunt lips for a heartbeat—coated head to toe in thick, glistening cream—before Jenny flipped around and presented her ass directly over Maggy’s waiting mouth.

Maggy didn’t hesitate. She sealed her lips around Jenny’s still-gaping asshole and sucked—hard. Timmy’s body was yanked forward by the vacuum until his face mashed against the inside of Jenny’s rectal ring. The muscle flexed once, twice—then opened.

He slid inside headfirst, dragged by the powerful suction of Maggy’s mouth and the greedy clench of Jenny’s bowels. The tunnel was tighter here, hotter, dirtier. Ridged walls rippled around him like a living peristaltic wave, pulling him inexorably deeper with every swallow.

Jenny moaned—long and broken—as Maggy’s tongue speared inside alongside Timmy, forcing him even farther up the spasming chute. When the doctor finally pulled back with a wet gasp, a glistening string of saliva and ass-juice connected her lips to Jenny’s hole. Timmy’s kicking feet were just visible—framed obscenely by the stretched pink pucker—before another hard clench sucked them out of sight.

Inside, the pressure was apocalyptic.

Every heartbeat slammed through the walls like artillery. Every breath Jenny took dragged him forward another fraction of an inch. When she clenched—deliberately, viciously—the tunnel became a crushing fist that squeezed the air from his lungs and forced a thin, reedy scream from his mouth.

Maggy lay back, pulling Jenny down on top of her so their bodies aligned chest-to-chest, cunt-to-cunt. She wrapped long legs around the smaller woman’s waist and locked her ankles.

“Ride it out,” Maggy whispered against Jenny’s ear. “Make him feel every inch of what he’s become.”

Jenny began to grind—slow at first, then faster, harder—using the tiny body trapped in her ass like an internal dildo. Each roll of her hips drove him deeper; each clench made the tunnel spasm around him in violent waves. Maggy matched her rhythm, grinding their soaked pussies together until the wet slap-slap-slap became a continuous roar.

When Jenny came, it was cataclysmic.

Her asshole clamped down like a steel trap. The muscular ring convulsed in long, rolling waves that dragged Timmy helplessly back and forth through the spasming tunnel. A hot flood of her juices poured down around him, coating the walls, making every slide slicker, faster, more punishing. She screamed—raw and animal—hips bucking so violently that Maggy had to pin her down to keep her from flying off.

Maggy followed seconds later. Her own orgasm triggered a sympathetic clench in Jenny’s bowels; the two women’s bodies locked together in a shuddering, sweating knot while Timmy was battered between contracting walls like a rag in a washing machine.

When it finally ended, Jenny collapsed forward onto Maggy’s chest, panting. Maggy stroked her sweat-soaked hair with surprising gentleness.

A long minute passed.

Then Jenny reached back, spread her cheeks wide, and bore down.

Timmy emerged—slowly, reluctantly—ejected headfirst from her gaping, quivering asshole in a rush of hot air and thick slime. He landed on Maggy’s sternum with a wet slap, limp, coated head to toe in ass-juice and shame.

Neither woman spoke for several heartbeats.

Finally, Maggy lifted his tiny, broken body between thumb and forefinger and held him up to the lamplight. His chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged gasps. His eyes—wide and glassy—stared at nothing.

Maggy smiled—a slow, satisfied predator’s smile.

“Say it,” she commanded softly.

Timmy’s lips moved. No sound at first. Then, barely audible:

“…thank you… Mistress…”

Jenny purred and kissed Maggy’s neck.

“Therapy complete?” she asked.

Maggy turned Timmy slowly, inspecting him like a piece of jewelry.

“Not yet,” she murmured. “But he’s very, very close.”

She lowered him between their joined bodies—nestling him in the hot, slippery crease where cunt met cunt—then pressed their mounds together one final time, sealing him inside the suffocating furnace of their combined heat.

“Sleep there,” Maggy whispered. “Dream of how small you are. How useless. How owned.”

Jenny giggled sleepily and clenched once—softly.

Timmy twitched once inside their joined sexes.

Then he went still.

Perfectly still.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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.

LIFE IN GIANTESS HIGH SCHOOL PART1 NIGHTMARE IN THE CAFETERIA

LIFE IN GIANTESS HIGH SCHOOL 

PART1 NIGHTMARE IN THE CAFETERIA

By Ramvo

IN THE NOT SO FAR FUTURE...

There’s a new world order. One unexpected consequence of the collapse of several Earth’s ecosystems was that female humans began growing, getting higher, stronger and more dominant, while males were decimated and remained the same size. The female-dominated society began ruling and changing the dynamics of power and males had to adapt in order to survive. 

This story takes place when all females are now 50-feet towering giantesses in average, and males are only considered toys and pets.

Jerry has just been transferred from an all male highschool to a mixed one and is not sure what to expect from his school life from now on. He’s welcomed by other male students but, to his chagrin, he soon realizes that his life will never be the same!!

"You smell like ass!!" David said when Josh arrived at their table in the school cafeteria.

"I bet you've doin’ some spelunkin’!" he added, giggling as Josh looked down and blushed.

“Yeah, like Kylee hadn’t put you in her shit hole many times before too!” Josh answered defiantly. David blushed too as he looked around.

“Well, you’re a couple of suppositories” said Erik merrily, the third boy “luckily for me I’m only a clit-sucker” he ended winking an eye at the fourth and new student sitting on the table, Jerry.

"It was Chyna. She put me inside again… longer this time!" Josh sighed, "I was there for the first two hours today!", Josh complained, “my life sucks!!”.

Jerry, the new student, looked at the three friends with curiosity and fear. He'd been transferred from an all-male high school to a mixed one and didn't know exactly what to expect from the teenage giantesses’ behavior towards boys.

"Oh boy! that should've been awful!" David continued, "but at least she didn’t use you like an anal dildo this time” he chuckled.

Then, another boy arrived. He looked completely soaked and drenched in some viscous liquid.

"I was Tracy’s lollipop again" Tommy said  as he tried to clean his face, "she kept putting me inside her mouth and sucking my head during all the class! She even made me drink her spit a few times!!" Tommy finished as all the other three boys sitting on the table looked at him with great concern.

In the cafeteria, the tables for the boys were on top of the much bigger ones for the giantesses, and they had to climb up a stair with their trays in order to eat. They had to eat in a hurry because the giantesses always finished the food in a short time.

David introduced Jerry to his friends and they looked at him with curiosity and pity.

“Soon you’re gonna meet some of the girls and let me tell you that, although a few of them are nice, most of them are cruel and nasty to us”, Josh said.

“Yeah, they consider us nothing more than pets or toys for their amusement”, Tommy added.

“And, in this school there’s nobody to help us because all the staff is female!” Josh sighed resignedly. 

“Even teachers have their way with us sometimes…” David ended, making Jerry’s concerns grow even more, “the other day Miss Ogenki, our science teacher, put Tommy inside her panties during a whole class because she caught him cheating in a test!

“Well, it could’ve been worse… at least she placed me between her pussy lips and not between her asscheeks!” Tommy replied.

“And you had time to practice your clit-sucking skills!” David said, making Tommy blush.

“There are a group of girls that love to mess with us” Josh said, “they’re cheerleaders and they are always finding new ways to use us to satisfy their sexual needs and humiliate us in the process”. 

"All giantesses are always horny, especially teen giantesses. And I think cheerleaders are the horniest of them all!" David said while the other boys nodded in silence.

Jerry had heard rumours about teenage giantesses using males as sexual toys, but he had no idea that this behavior was so common in his new school!

Suddenly, Jerry heard a loud rumble and felt an earthquake. He looked around in fear but the culprits of the commotion were the female students entering the cafeteria. In Jerry’s mind, the noisy giantesses looked like a stampede of dinosaurs!

Four black and huge cheerleaders headed towards their table immediately after picking their trays.

“Here they come”, David warned Jerry, “abandon all hope”.

"Hello pets!" one of the ebony giantesses said as they sat down surrounding the terrified little guys.

"You don't mind if we join you, do you?" another one added as she giggled mischievously. 

Jerry was astounded not only by their colossal size but also by their sheer beauty. All of them were absolutely gorgeous and their colossal bodies were all curvy but athletic. It seemed clear that they enjoyed showing their assets to the tiny males because all of them were wearing skimpy outfits consisting of tight t-shirts that barely contained their huge tits, and mini skirts that hardly covered their magnificent rears and showed all of their luscious legs. Their thighs looked very attractive to Jerry: firm, juvenile and muscular but feminine and enticing at the same time; their skin was so smooth, silky and perfect but, at the same time, he could notice their big and mighty muscles beneath as the giantess walked towards them swaying their wide hips seductively.

As they got closer to the boys, he  was able to perceive their features better: their perfectly rounded butts and big bouncing tits were simply breath-taking. Jerry pictured himself between those gigantic boobs, being squeezed and played around, and also rubbing and kissing their meaty moon-halves over and over.

"Don't be fooled by their looks" David said, whispering into Jerry's ear as he noticed the new guy being mesmerized by the giantesses feminine charms, "they sure are beautiful and their legs, tits and asses look great but they also use them to torment us... specially their pussies and butts!" he added while Jerry stared at him in disbelief.

"Hello Josh. How did you enjoy being hugged by my bowels for two hours?" one girl said, winking an eye at the other girls who chuckled and looked down at Josh. 

"It was fine..." Josh said, clearly intimidated by the giantesses.

"That's great because I plan to put you there more often!" the gorgeous giantess said gleefully, "but don't forget that you're my personal "clit-sucker" she added as all the other girls giggled.

The boys had already finished eating, but they were too scared to walk away and they waited in silence and looking down at their trays while the giantesses ate and chatted like if the boys weren’t even there. Most of their conversation was about how they liked to use and dominate their toy boys, and the many ways they could use them to satisfy their lust.

To Jerry's dismay, all the girls seemed to enjoy shoving, squeezing, rubbing and massaging their tiny schoolmates in all their orifices. But they also liked to dominate, subdue and train their pets to obtain more pleasure from them. The boys kept quiet looking down at their trays and listened while the girls described to each other how they played with them. Their degrading comments were utterly humiliating as they portrayed how the boys were treated just as pleasure toys.

“Look… let me show you my newest clip!” another girl said showing her phone to the other giantesses and to the boys. The video was extremely humiliating as it showed one of the boys sucking the giantess’ engorged clitoris like it was an erect phallus. 

“Suck it!!” the giantess commanded at the beginning of the video and a little man rushed to obey her subserviently. 

It was Eric who was sucking and licking the huge clitoris while he was on his knees and between the girls’ mammoth thighs, and his giant mistress kept her pussy lips open with a couple of fingers. Her juices began emanating abundantly from her vagina and his tiny, nude body was getting soaked by them. Her engorged clit filled his mouth, making him gag, while the giantess placed a finger tip behind his head and pushed him, making him take more and more of it. 

“Take it with your hands and rub it… but keep sucking and licking it!” her voice said.

Jerry watched, mesmerized, suddenly the term “clit-sucker” made sense to him. He shuddered in fear as he pictured himself doing the same service to one of the giantesses soon. Buit despite his fears, her body looked so amazing and her pussy so inviting to Jerry, that maybe being a sex toy wasn’t so bad after all.

As Eric worked the giantess’ clit for more minutes, she got more and more excited until she suddenly grabbed the little young man and inserted him headfirst through her labia. Then, the horny giantess began thrusting her toy’s body forwards and backwards in her cavernous pussy. 

For several minutes, the horny teen giantess used Eric like a human dildo as she kept pumping him in and out her vagina while getting more and more excited. She moaned loudly and began to move his body in tight circles trying to stimulate her g-spot and drenching him in her fluids in the process.

All the other giantesses cheered her as they kept watching the video while the boys, specially Eric, remained silent and humiliated. Jerry had never seen such thing before and he had second thoughts about becoming a sex toy. The rough way the giantess handled Eric was beyond words as she used his body for her pleasure only.

After some more minutes, the giantess reached an intense orgasm as she shoved Eric completely inside her and began rubbing her engorged clit. She moaned louder and louder until a stream of her juices flushed outside her vagina carrying Eric with it. The mistreated guy was completely drenched and he coughed and spitted the giantess’ pussy juices while she made a close up of him. 

“Show everybody how much you liked being my sex toy!” the satisfied giantess said, and Eric obeyed submissively, smiling and giving the thumbs up. 

“I love sucking clit!” the battered boy said to the phone, smiling but clearly scared to death, “I love being a dildo”! he ended as the giantess held him inside her fist and covered his whole face with her lips, kissing him dominantly.

The video ended showing Eric and his gigantic mistress, as she grabbed him and got him close to her gorgeous face, both of them smiling, looking at the phone and waving goodbye. Jerry couldn’t believe how Eric survived such an ordeal with only some bruises!

The other girls clapped and chatted excitedly while Jerry couldn't believe how it was possible that the giantesses in this school could do whatever they pleased with the boys. He realized that indeed, all males were treated merely as playthings and pets and that he had to be very careful to avoid being owned by some of the horny gigantic girls.

But the giantesses noticed him and one of them got him closing her huge hand around him. 

"So, you're the new toy, I mean boy!" she said, teasing him while her huge fingers closed tightly around his body, "I’m Kylee, what's your name sweety?".

"Je-Jerry" he said trembling, as the teen giantess moved him close to her beautiful face and inspected him closely. 

"Well, hello, Je-Jerry", she said, mocking him, "you sure are cute... let me assure you that any girl in this school would love to play with you...” she added winking an eye at him and making him tremble in fear inside her tight fist.

“Now, let me introduce you to your new mistresses" she said as she moved him around “These are Chyna, Tyra and Tracy” she said while the giantesses looked at Jerry with hungry eyes and licked their sexy thick lips in anticipation. Jerry felt like a mouse being checked up by four cats… four huge cats!!

“I bet he’ll make a great clit-sucker!” Chyna said.

“I think he looks more like a dildo… an anal dildo!” Tyra added making all the giantesses chuckle.

“But first he’s gotta be trained to please us better!” Kylee said, while looking at Jerry’s face intently, “all of us are eager to start training you as soon as possible, and be sure that we’ll give lots and lots of training” she added, licking her lips and looking intently at his terrified face. Jerry gulped while all the giantesses giggled mischievously.

“Well, Je-Jerry, let me give you a big welcome to our school” Kylee said as she pressed her mouth on Jerry’s face covering it completely with her puckered lips. The kiss lasted several seconds as Kylee enjoyed smearing her lipstick and saliva all over Jerry’s face.

After Kylee’s long dominant kiss, the girls giggled as Jerry tried to clean himself but Kylee passed him to the girl sitting to her right and she kissed him in the same way as well.

All the giantesses took turns taking him and kissing his face covering it with their saliva and lipstick while Jerry suffered and got dizzy because of their rough handling. It seemed to Jerry that he was being branded and that now he belonged to the four giant ebony beauties.

“Don’t put that face” Kylee said to Jerry when the last girl returned him to her, “it doesn’t have to be bad all the time!” she said as she moved him under the table, “let me show you…”.

Kylee put Jerry face up on her huge sexy thigh and crossed her other leg over him trapping him. Jerry found himself completely immobilized as only his head stuck out of Kylee’s marvelous and huge thighs. He could only look up and endure this ordeal while Kylee and the other giantesses peered down at him giggling amusedly.

Jerry struggled in his mind, as he enjoyed and suffered at the same time, being a prisoner between Kylee’s powerful legs. He was correct about her skin: it was so soft, feminine and tender, but her leg muscles were so mighty as well, as he felt how helpless he was, crushed by them. Feeling helplessly trapped in Kylee’s succulent flesh prison, the new boy’s cock began getting harder and harder while the ebony giant beauty held him effortlessly, showing him that he was absolutely at her mercy and he couldn’t do anything to stop her from having her kinky ways with him.

But it was until Kylee began rubbing her thighs together playfully that he felt completely overwhelmed and owned, lost in a tender sea of delicious, teen, giantess flesh. This new experience made Jerry realize how impotent boys were against giantesses in this new school, but it also opened his mind to a new kind of feelings and thoughts about being manhandled and toyed by much bigger and stronger girls, and how impotent he was against them. He closed his eyes feeling a mixture of shame and pleasure as Kylee’s mighty thighs rubbed and squeezed his body powerfully.

Finally, he cummed, inside his pants, and moaned loudly, making Kylee and the other giantesses chuckled heartily.

“I think this toy’s gonna enjoy being played with” Chyna said, making Jerry blush and close his eyes in shame.

“Now, make him submit, girl! show the little worm who’s in charge around here!” Tracy said merrily.

“Did you like my legs Jerry? Kylee teased Jerry, looking down at him and smiling satisfied, “did you enjoy how soft my skin feels? did your little pecker like it..? I know it did!” Kylee asked and Jerry, feeling completely dominated and exhausted, nodded subserviently.

“Well, that’s great, Jerry. You can enjoy my legs and other parts of my body if you’re a good little toy. But don’t forget that I can also use my body to punish you, if you disobey me or any of my girlfriends”, she admonished him as she began applying more and more pressure on his outmatched body, compressing his lungs and squeezing all the air from his lungs.

He panicked. He couldn’t breathe or free himself from the delicious flesh vice that was Kylee’s sexy thighs. He tried to scream, beg or fight her thighs but to no avail as he felt his body getting flatter and his head about to explode! He struggled in vain while Kylee peered down at him smiling and, after a few more seconds, he felt at the verge of unconsciousness as all he could see was his gigantic mistress’ huge, beautiful face while he felt his bones about to be pulverized. Kylee kept squashing him while looking at his tiny face intently, making clear to him that her threat was real.

Luckily for him, after a few more agonizing moments, Kylee finally separated her enticing thighs a little and liberated his mistreated body, letting him breath at last. Jerry inhaled deeply, trying to recover himself while all around he heard the booming sound of the giantesses’ laughter.

After a few moments, Kylee placed Jerry on her chair, between her massive legs, just in front of the crotch of her skimpy underwear, which he noticed was a little damp.

“Now you have to show me and everybody here your submission, Jerry… “ Kylee said, “ Kiss my crotch and show everybody who owns you” Kylee ordered and, after a few moments, Jerry obliged, getting closer to her clothed pussy. Deeply humiliated, Jerry puckered his lips and kissed the soft surface of Kylee’s  underwear while all the girls recorded the scene with their phones.

“Again! do it many times!” Chyna commanded him and Jerry obeyed, feeling utterly ashamed and debased. 

“Make it louder! smack those lips on her pussy!” Tracy cheered Jerry.

Jerry felt Kylee’s crotch getting wetter and hotter with every kiss and her labia getting bigger. He also realized that Kylee’s pussy could swallow him alive and that indeed he’d go deeply inside it sooner or later!

Meanwhile, Kylee got very excited, watching the new toy kissing her clothed pussy repeatedly and she felt the urge to plunge him inside her but, as the lunch time was getting over, she refrained herself and, after enjoying a few more kisses from her new toy, she handed him over to Tracy who placed him on her chair under one of her massive asscheeks. 

But she didn’t crush him though, as Jerry had feared. She lifted her magnificent rump a little bit and began rubbing her nude asscheek on his helpless victim from side to side. Despite this humiliating situation and after having cummed just a few minutes ago, Jerry got excited as his cock got harder, feeling the firm and tender skin of Tracy’s butt all over him.

“I bet you're loving this, toy” Tracy said looking back at him, “all the boys love my ass… but they don’t like it so much when my ass loves them!” she joked making all the other girls chuckle. 

Then, Tracy passed him to Tyra who used Jerry to rub and massage her turgent tits and after this, she stuck his head inside her navel ordering him to lick it. She also made him kiss her clothed pussy and both of her remarkable asscheeks before handing him over to the last giantess.

Finally, during Chyna’s turn, Jerry found himself stuck under her warm crotch while the giantess moved forwards and backwards on him, riding his outmatched body. He felt the fabric getting wet while the giantess looked down at him smiling mischievously. 

“Take my big pussy little boy! You’re gonna love sucking my clit and being devoured by my pussy!” Chyna said as she kept grinding down her mammoth body on Jerry for a few minutes.

After this rough ride, Jerry was finally set free and put on the table along with the other boys.

Jerry was exhausted and battered as he sat down on his chair and tried to catch his breath. The giantesses laughed and he looked around intrigued until David pointed at his crotch. They’re laughing because they saw Jerry’s bonner and a wet spot on the crotch of his pants! 

“He sure liked it!” Chyna giggled, “maybe we can take turns on him later…” she ended while Jerry crossed his legs trying to hide his erect penis.

“Maybe we can compete making him cum and the winner gets to train him first” Tyra said excitedly while looking down at Jerry who moved on his chair uncomfortably.

After all the girls had laughed and mocked Jerry, Kylee announced the plans for the rest of the lunch. 

"Well, today is desert day ... " said Kylee happily, "I guess you know what that means..." she added smiling at the terrified boys. Jerry was puzzled but by looking at the boys he was sure something awful was going to happen. "Today's Chyna turn... So Chyna please show the boys their desert" she concluded.

Chyna smiled broadly at the pitiful boys. She stood up, turned around and lifted her scanty skirt. The boys looked at her stunning and huge buttcheeks with lust and admiration while she giggled them a little bit, teasing them. Of all the girls, Chyna was the one with the wider hips and bigger glutes. Her rounded butt moved and trembled above the petrified boys while Kylee smacked her enormous behind a few times playfully, making her delicious and succulent flesh jiggle a little.

Jerry beheld Chyna’s gigantic flesh orbs over him with lust but with fear too, as he now knew very well that her ass could engulf and swallow his entire body alive!

After shaking and teasing the little boys a little more, she moved aside her minuscule g-string and parted her huge asscheeks widely, showing the tip of a chocolate bar inserted inside her tight anus. 

"Oh! Chocolate, that's yummy" Tracy said teasing the boys, who got terrified beyond words.

Chyna pushed and removed the semi-melt chocolate bar from her insides and, turning around, she presented the treat to the helpless boys who looked at it in dismay.

“You have to try it! I’m sure you’re gonna like it!” Chyna said as she approached the bar to the trembling boys.

First, she smeared all the boys' faces with some chocolate while the giantesses laughed and took pictures of them. Jerry’s face got completely covered with the warm and soft substance too, and he had to smile while the girls took several pictures of his smeared face.

After this humiliation, the boys  were told to eat some of it while Chyna put the bar in front of their faces.

Jerry was shocked as all the boys, including him, had to take several bites from the warm chocolate bar and they have to thank Chyna for the treat too!

Jerry felt sick but he didn’t dare to disobey his gigantic mistresses. He had to take several bites and munch the warm chocolate, along with the other boys, while the cruel giantesses giggled and mocked them. They had to smile for the pictures while chewing the chocolate, and they’re forced to say how much they liked it too!

After this ordeal, all the boys felt completely soiled. But their torture was not over, at least not for all of them.

“Today my pet is David” Chyna said happily, “and so he has to clean my butthole from all the chocolate left in there!”

Chyna got her ample ass next to the table and after parting her perfectly rounded asscheeks with both hands, she ordered David to approach her buttcrack and lick all the chocolate from her tender anus.

David had no choice and he complied as he began licking the hot and chocolate-covered surface of Chyna’s rear orifice. He closed his eyes as he licked and swallowed every little bit of the chocolate bar left on all the wrinkles and crevices of Chyna’s fragrant rosebud, and he had to endure this ordeal for long minutes until Chyna was satisfied and her butthole was completely clean and shiny with his saliva.

While David debased himself, licking and swallowing the chocolate left on Chyna’s butthole, the other boys were told to behold and learn because they were going to provide the same service for the giantesses eventually. Jerry noticed how Chyna’s asshole twitched and relaxed while David applied his tongue on it, and when he finished, her gaping hole was so distended that it could accommodate David’s head inside easily.

After completing his humiliating task, David walked away from her deep asscrack looking down in shame but Chyna had something else in store for him. She grabbed David with a quick move of her hand and addressed the boys.

"I'll do a magic trick for you, bugs" the curvaceous giantess said "I'm gonna disappear your friend in front of you". She said as she moved David towards her back. She didn't care how much he implored her to stop as she moved her tiny g-string between her astounding butt cheeks and began pushing her toy forcefully through her clenched sphincter headfirst. She moved his head in tight circular motions on the soft and wrinkled surface of her butthole putting a finger tip behind his head. 

David's pleas and yells stopped suddenly as her anus clamped around him, shutting his mouth, and began devouring him. She teased him squeezing her sphincter around his head, hugging and rubbing his face him with her anal ring.

"My butthole is greeting him!" Chyna said jokingly while the other cheerleaders laughed.

"Mmmh... there... he... goes..." she said as she closed her eyes and licked her thick lips seductively while her sphincter kept devouring poor David bit by bit.

Meanwhile, the other boys stared at the spectacle in awe and sheer terror. Little by little, David went inside Chyna as her hungry orifice pulled him deeper and deeper.

When only his tiny feet were visible, Chyna placed two of her fingers on them and pushed him relentlessly until David had completely disappeared from the world and had entered hers.

Jerry had enough and tried to run and escape but Kylee caught him immediately.

“Now, Je-Jerry” Kyle said while trapping Jerry inside her fist “It’s time for you to meet your owner for today” she added as she handed him to another girl.

"You must remember that her name is Tyra and you have to obey her every whim” Kylee ended. Jerry’s new owner was the tallest of them and the one that looked more athletic. Her legs were long and feminine but her muscles were well-defined too. 

"Hello again, Jerry" Tyra said as her fist engulfed his trembling body, "don't be afraid. If you obey me, I promise you're gonna enjoy being my pet" she added smiling at him.

"No, please don't hurt me!" Jerry implored her but Tyra squeezed him tighter inside her fist silencing him.

"You can't speak unless I tell you to," she said sternly, "you belong to me and my friends now" she added "and I can do anything I want with you... get it?".

Jerry nodded in silence feeling a little less pressure around him.

"Good, now let's start with your training" Tyra said while she moved him towards her face and began kissing and licking his entire face. Soon his lungs were filled with the scent of her warm breath and thick drops of her saliva began dropping from his head and face.

"You taste good. I bet you're gonna be a great lollipop!" she added as she put his whole head inside her mouth and began suckling. 

Jerry panicked as he couldn't breath. Her warm saliva soaked his head completely while she played with him using her tongue. Meanwhile, Tyra hummed as she enjoyed dominating a new tiny toy. She opened her mouth once in a while letting him breath fresh air, but then she'd immediately shut her lips trapping his head again and playing with him moving his body in circles and around her mouth.

All the girls laughed at the scene while the boys stared terrified and in silence as they knew very well how it felt to be dominated this way by this teenage giantess.

After a few moments of this ordeal, Jerry finally saw daylight again as Tyra removed his head from her mouth.

"I liked that and you?" she asked him teasingly. Jerry nodded in silence as he didn't want to enrage his tormentor.

"Good, now let's play a little bit more... " Tyra said

"Please, please" Jerry begged her but the beautiful giantess just chuckled and now put his whole body inside her mouth. After playing with his body using her tongue, swirling him around and plastering him against the roof of her mouth several times, Tyra took him out and then, she produced a drop of saliva and let it fall on Jerry’s face.

“Drink it!” Tyra ordered and Jerry had no choice but to drink her warm saliva while she looked at him smiling satisfied.

"Now, I want some pictures of your puny body on my beautiful ass" Tyra said as she stood up with Jerry in her hand and moved him towards her magnificent butt. She lifted her mini skirt and placed Jerry on the smooth and vast surface of one of her asscheeks. As he was still wet with her saliva, Jerry's body remained stuck on her soft cheek and the other girls tooks pictures of him. Despite his humiliating position, Jerry's dick began to get hard again, feeling the soft and warm surface of Tyra's buttcheek. Her muscular glutes were perfectly curved and they giggled and shook a little bit every time she moved and Jerry couldn't help getting excited. He began caressing the silky smooth surface of Tyra's ass while the other girls began chuckling when they noticed this.

"I bet his tiny dick is hard!" Chyna said.

"Why don't you blow his little pecker?” Kylee added. 

“I have an itch!” Tyra said, taking Jerry and using his face to scratch a part of the ample surface of her astounding behind, “mmh… it feels good…” she said, closing her beautiful eyes while she scratched herself in earnest, “this toy has multiple uses” she added making all the other giantesses laugh heartily. 

But suddenly a bell rang and the girls had to hurry to get to their next class.

"Don't move!" Tyra ordered while she put Jerry on the warm chair. She lifted her tiny cheerleader skirt and after moving her flimsy g-string aside, she spread her massive and alluring asscheeks inches above Jerry who panicked as he realized that his whole body was about to be engulfed by Tyra’s colossal ass!

He beheld her amazing ass only for a few seconds because Tyra began descending her curvaceous rump on him. Soon, Jerry found himself surrounded by her thick asscheeks which looked like huge flesh walls to him.  Darkness fell upon him while her parted buttcheeks swallowed him alive. He heard Tyra and the other giantesses giggling while he fought to free himself but to no avail. He pushed and tried to move his limbs, but her buttcheeks held his body tightly in place.

Trapped deeply inside her asscrack, Jerry was able to breathe but his lungs soon were filled with her body fragrance while she adjusted his minuscule body deeper and deeper between her mammoth flesh-hills. Jerry felt completely soiled and humiliated as he realized he was nothing but a toy for Tyra and the other girls. He screamed but Tyra’s succulent ass flesh totally muffled his voice and he had no choice but to wait and hope to be released soon from his gigantic meaty prison.

To his chagrin, he realized that Tyra’s butthole was exactly on him and its tender, fragrant skin was getting damp. He tried to push her puckered orifice away from him but it didn’t yield. However, he felt Tyra’s body moving as the giantess enjoyed his tiny movements inside her asscrack.

“He’s tickling my butthole!” Tyra said excitedly, “I think he’s gonna make a great anal toy!” she added while all the girls chuckled.

“I think he really likes it there… my butthole’s gonna love this little guy!!” Tyra said as she began frotting her luscious ass on him, rubbing his entire body with her soft skin and kissing him with her moist anus. Jerry felt her sphincter getting more and more excited as it twitched and contracted while her sweat began covering his body. He feared for his life again because he was sure that Tyra was going to feed him to her musky anus, but luckily for him this didn't happen.

After a few more seconds of playing with her new toy with her amazing behind, Tyra stood up with the other girls, placed her g-string on the back of Jerry’s body securing him tightly in place, and walked to their next class while Jerry remained confined, deeply buried between her muscular buttcheeks, and her tender butthole kissed and rubbed his face for the rest of the day!

TO BE CONTINUED...