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viernes, 31 de julio de 2026

Unlucky Casanova (new story)

Unlucky Casanova

By Ramvo 

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


Evan couldn't believe his luck. After flirting shamelessly with two towering young black women at the club, here he was, strolling arm-in-arm with them toward his beachfront hotel room. Though he was pushing sixty, an aging, balding tourist with a paunch and a perpetual leer, he'd always fantasized about bedding young, exotic girls, even borderline underage ones. This tropical paradise seemed poised to make his sleazy dreams come true.

The sisters were locals, stunning and statuesque, each standing well over six feet tall, dwarfing Evan's five-foot-four frame by more than a foot. Their names were Tyra, the elder at nineteen, and Naomi, her eighteen-year-old sibling. Both were visions of voluptuous perfection: massive, gravity-defying breasts that jutted out proudly, heaving with every step; impossibly narrow waists that flared into wide, fertile hips; long, powerfully muscled thighs and calves that were still unmistakably feminine and inviting; and enormous, perfectly rounded asses that jiggled hypnotically as they walked. They also had beautiful african features including brown almond-like eyes, high cheek bones, thick lips, and long, black, curly hair that fell down to the middle of their luscious backs.

They'd met at a pulsing nightclub on the resort strip, where the air was thick with reggae beats, sweat, and cheap rum. The sisters wore skimpy outfits that left little to the imagination: tiny crop tops straining against their overflowing cleavage and flimsy thong g-strings that barely concealed their smooth, glistening ebony skin. Evan, buzzed from several cocktails, had mustered the courage to approach them. His corny jokes and bold compliments made them giggle, their full lips curling into playful smiles. He'd heard rumors that women here were "easy" for wealthy tourists, and tonight, it felt gloriously true.

As they danced, the alcohol fueled his bravado. The sisters pressed close, allowing his sweaty hands to roam freely over their plush, firm buttocks, squeezing, kneading the warm, silky flesh and appreciating the sheer size of them. 

In return, they teasingly ground their enormous breasts against his flushed face, smothering him in soft, scented warmth until he was drooling with lust. 

On the walk back, they mischievously palmed his crotch through his shorts, giggling at his insistent erection.

In the dimly lit hotel room, things heated up quickly. They made out hungrily in the doorway, the sisters taking turns devouring his mouth with their thick, probing tongues, wet, insistent invasions that left him breathless and coated in their saliva. Evan groped their lavish asses greedily as they backed him toward the king-sized bed, their hands exploring his body with ardent fondness.

"We've got a little surprise for you later, papi," Tyra had whispered seductively back at the club, her voice a sultry purr as she and Naomi groped each other teasingly in front of him.

Now, alone in the room, the sisters excused themselves to the bathroom to "freshen up." But before they entered the bathroom, Evan knelt behind them and kissed both of their luscious, lavish asses several times making them giggle amusedly. “You’ll be kissing a lot more later” Tyra said, “not only our butts”. The sisters let Evan worship their butts for a few more seconds as his lips were pressed eagerly against the soft but firm skin of their astounding, well-muscled butt-cheeks, then they entered the bathroom giggling mischievously.

Evan stripped eagerly, his modest erection throbbing as he sat naked on the edge of the bed, heart pounding with anticipation.

When they returned, they'd shed their tops entirely. Their colossal breasts bounced free, dark, heavy orbs capped with thick, erect nipples the size of silver dollars, swaying hypnotically just inches above his upturned face. Evan gaped, mouth agape, as they flanked him on either side.

"Ready for our surprise, little man?" Tyra asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

He nodded dumbly, transfixed.

The sisters exchanged a knowing glance, then slowly peeled off their g-strings. Evan's eyes widened in shock. Instead of the slick, inviting pussies he'd imagined, two massive, fully erect black cocks sprang free, thick as soda cans, veined and throbbing, nearly as long as his forearm. Their swollen, baseball-sized glans glistened with beads of precum, bobbing menacingly as the sisters flexed their hips.

Below hung heavy, grape-sized balls in smooth, hairless sacs, swaying like pendulums. Evan's own dick shriveled in comparison, looking pathetically small.

His drunken haze evaporated into cold terror. This wasn't a nightmare; he was wide awake, staring at two enormous shecocks owned by these beautiful, dominant teens.

The sisters grinned down at his horrified expression, amused.

"What do you think of our little surprise?" Naomi teased, licking her plump lips.

Evan couldn't speak, his throat dry, his body paralyzed.

"Do you like them?" Tyra giggled, stroking her shaft slowly, making it even bigger and more menacing.

He glanced up at their smirking faces, then back to the threatening members inches from his nose. The sisters laughed, shaking their wide hips to make their thick meat poles dance. They made him lie on the bed, and that was when Evan felt that they were much stronger than him!

They moved closer on the bed, until they knelt on the bed at his sides. They began playfully slapping his cheeks with their heavy cocks, hot, velvety skin smacking wetly against his face. Tears appeared in Evan's eyes as panic set in; he was utterly helpless against these towering amazons.

"Our shecocks are thrilled to meet you, Evan," Tyra cooed, petting his hair mockingly. "My sister and I love short, white bitches like you, slutty and submissive."

"We especially love making them worship our big black cocks," Naomi added cruelly, "and pounding their tight asses until they squeal like impaled pigs."

"You're gonna learn to love them," she continued, slipping a finger into his open mouth and swirling it around. "Why don't you start by giving my cock a nice kiss, papi?"

She pressed her leaking glans against his trembling lips, smearing hot, sticky precum across them. Evan shuddered in revulsion and regret, but he was too small, too weak to resist.

"Kiss it, bitch!" Tyra growled, grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing his head forward.

Eyes squeezed shut in shame, Evan puckered up and planted tentative kisses on Naomi's swollen cockhead, hot, salty skin yielding slightly under his lips. She moaned softly, encouraging him. After some more kisses, Naomi pressed her own flesh-mast against Evan’s lips, and he had to kiss its swollen head several times too.

Soon, he alternated between them, spending several minutes plastering wet kisses on their massive glans, even lapping precum from their slits as commanded. The sisters slapped his face hard with their rigid shafts, giggling at his winces.

“This bitch has sucking lips,” said Naomi, “and he will be using them soon! Tyra added as both giggled mischievously.

“Lick our she-cocks too,” Tyra ordered, and Evan had no choice but to oblige as his tongue began going over the soft, silky surface of both of their enormous black she-cocks.

“Lick the chocolate,” Naomi said, “and you’ll get to the creamy center,” she added as she guided his mouth on her cock and her sister’s.

"Lick my balls now," Naomi ordered. She draped her heavy cock across his face like a blanket, then lowered her pendulous sac onto his mouth. Grabbing the back of his neck, she smeared her musky balls all over him, wrinkled skin dragging across his nose and lips, forcing him to inhale her potent, intoxicating scent.

"How do they smell, slut?" she taunted. "Like 'em?"

Tyra laughed as Evan, humiliated, extended his tongue and began lapping obediently at the smooth, salty orbs. Naomi shivered in pleasure while Tyra painted his cheeks with more precum.

Evan struggled to hold both of Naomi’s huge cum-filled orbs inside his mouth. 

“Looks like a squirrel,” Tyra teased him, “a squirrel with his mouth full of nuts… princkazon nuts,” she added as both sisters laughed at him.

“Use your tongue now,” Naomi commanded, and Evan began caressing her testes with his tongue. “Good bitch…” Naomi moaned as she enjoyed his ministrations on her swollen testes. 

After some time of more ball worshipping, Naomi felt that Evan was ready for some serious she-cock sucking. 

“Time to impale your face,” Naomi announced as they put him sitting on the bed. Evan beheld in awe and sheer terror as Naomi stood up and her erect flesh-monster approached his terrified face.

"Open wide for my sister's lollipop," Tyra commanded next.

Evan parted his lips as far as possible. Naomi's glans alone stretched his jaw painfully, but Tyra sat behind him, her massive tits pressing into his back, thick thighs encircling his waist, and pushed his head forward relentlessly.

"Wider, bitch!" Naomi roared. Evan felt his jaw almost dislocating as he tried to accommodate Naomi’s huge, solid phallus. More tears fell from his eyes, and his forehead got covered in sweat.

With a brutal shove, the bulbous head popped in, bulging his cheeks obscenely. Tears streamed down his face as he gagged, struggling for air. Tyra held him firm, whispering filth in his ear while rubbing her own cock along his spine.

"Suck it good," Naomi demanded, winking down at him as he looked up in despair. "Jerk me with both hands."

His tiny hands barely encircled her girth as he stroked and sucked clumsily. 

“This bitch will learn soon how to please a real cock”, Naomi said, making her sister giggle. 

Evan felt completely owned and soiled as he struggled to suck Naomi’s inflated glans. He was already drinking her abundant precum when the towering black princkazon began moaning louder and louder.

“Suck harder bitch” Naomi roared. “I want to fill your slutty mouth,” she said as she pinched his nostrils, making Evan struggle to breathe. “No air until you suck harder,” she said cruelly as she held him this way for several seconds until Evan began sucking harder and harder on her glans.

“That’s a good bitch” Naomi said as she finally let him breathe. “Keep sucking this way or I’ll make your lungs burn,” she threatened him.

“He is a natural slut” Tyra said as she pushed Evan’s head to make him take more of her sister’s aroused she-cock.

As more inches of Naomi’s she-cock entered through his lips, it became harder for Evan to keep sucking, but he had already seen how cruel these towering, amazonian princkazons were and he tried his best to please Naomi’s hard-as-steel mast.

For several minutes, his hands worked on the length of Naomi’s she-cock while his mouth kept sucking. Minutes blurred into an eternity of slurping and gagging until Naomi tensed, moaning loudly.

"Yesss!" she cried, erupting like a volcano. Thick ropes of hot, viscous cum flooded his mouth, overflowing down his chin and forcing him to swallow gulp after gulp. She gripped his hair, milking every drop into his belly. “Take it all slut, take all of it!” Naomi said as she held Evan’s head firmly in place and more and more of her she-cum erupted from her she-cock.

“Look at me bitch!” Naomi said as she slapped one of his cheeks painfully, “Look at your teenage princkazon conqueror while she uses you as a living flesh-light,” she added as more and more of her she-cum went through his throat and down to his stomach.

Evan looked up at Naomi as she finished cumming inside him. He looked up only to see her beautiful eyes and her cruel smile as she kept his face impaled and he felt his stomach bloating. His humiliation was deeper and his shame bigger as he felt completely helpless at the hands of these two dominating, horny, princkazons sisters.

Finally, Naomi removed her spent, but still huge, she-cock from Evan’s mistreated mouth. But he still had to kiss it once more as she made him lick the final drops of her cum from its slit. “Kiss it goodbye for now,” she said as Evan’s lips smacked its tender surface. After this final kiss, Naomi bent over and spit directly into Evan’s open mouth. “Take this too slut” she said while Evan swallowed her warm saliva and felt even more soiled and subdued.

“It's time for you to please my sister, bitch”, she ended as she gave him a final slap on one of his sweaty cheeks.


Now it was Tyra’s time. They easily maneuvered Evan’s body and put him across the bed with his head hanging on the edge. Tyra straddled his face immediately, her pillar-like thighs framing his vision as she fed her steel-hard cock into his aching mouth.

"Time for a proper skull-fuck, sissy," she hissed as she began pistoning in and out of it.

“Love skull-fucking a little slut” she roared as her meat-mast filled Evan’s mouth and began probing into his throat. “Don’t puke on me, bitch,” she added as he felt his gag reflex. “Not yet, until I fill you to the rim.” She ended as her she-cock began probing deeper and deeper. She placed her hands on his chest, pushing him strongly down and keeping him trapped while her gargantuan love-maker went in and out of his painfully outstretched mouth rhythmically. 

While he suffered under Tyra, Evan took a glance at the mirror on the other side of the room. The sight he viewed was that of a pathetic old man being completely owned and subdued by a huge teen princkazon. Her huge muscular buttocks trembling and shaking as her ample hips moved forwards and backwards on his face.

After some time, Tyra’s she-cock finally went through Evan’s throat. “Yesss,” she hissed triumphantly, “I knew you were a natural-born shecock sucker!” she said, “you will be throating our cocks very soon!”.

She pistoned her hips, ass cheeks clenching and jiggling above him, while he gagged helplessly.

Tyra enjoyed ravaging Evan’s mouth and throat for several minutes. She slapped his face and talked to him condescendingly, “You’re just a little white bitch for us to use and misuse”.

Meanwhile, Naomi began probing into Evan’s ass with her hard-as-steel shecock. “I’m gonna make you scream like an impaled pig, slut” she announced as she kept pushing, trying to break into Evan’s tight anal ring.

Evan screamed, but his voice was completely muffled, utterly by Tyra's smothering ass and thrusting shaft while searing pain tore through him. Naomi sank deeper, stretching him impossibly, sighing in bliss at his tightness.

While Naomi got her shecock deeper and deeper into his bowels, Tyra had her big balls plastered on Evan’s sweaty forehead.

“Yess!” Naomi sighed, “I’m already all inside this bitch” she added triumphantly. “His throat is so tight around my shecock” she said while squeezing Evan’s throat and feeling her meaty monster completely buried inside. Not able to move, scream or fight, Evan closed his eyes in shame as Tyra began rubbing her huge testicles all over his face and her enormous shecock went in and out his throat faster and faster, and lots of precum went directly into his stomach.

He barely was able to breathe and was in pain as his anus and rectum were assaulted by Naomi’s impressive shaft.

"So fucking good..." Naomi groaned as she began pushing more and more of her erect member through Evan’s painfully distended anus and rectum. Tyra helped her sister by pulling Evan’s legs up, bending him. Evan groaned in pain and discomfort, but he couldn’t do anything to stop her.

After a few more moments of pushing, Naomi finally got her balls plastered against 

Evan’s sore ass.

Evan squirmed and thrashed in despair, feeling completely humiliated as he had become nothing more than the subdued bitch of two young princkazon teens. 

The sisters synchronized their rhythms: Tyra face-fucking him savagely, Naomi reaming his ass with long, punishing strokes. Evan thrashed in agony, but their superior strength held him pinned.

After many more agonising minutes for Evan, Naomi began sighing and moaning louder and louder. He was able to feel her meaty monster begin pulsating. 

Tyra screamed loudly as she injected shot after shot of her shecum inside Evan’s battered body.

"Good slut. Mouth's nice... but your ass will be heaven." Tyra said as she finished cumming inside Evan’s stomach.

Suddenly, Tyra also began shooting into him, making his belly bloat as her copious shecum filled his bowels completely.

“I love this bitch’s ass!” she said joyfully, “my shecock and his butt are a perfect fit!!” she added as she kept cumming into Evan for several seconds more. Tyra spanked Evan several times making him squirm.

After this, the tweens made Evan pose in different ways: holding their impressive shecocks with his smallish hands, kissing their balls, licking and kissing their swollen glans, kissing their toes, or kissing their big perfectly rounded butts.

“Look up bitch” Tyra commanded as she began taking pics of his face as her sister plastered her semi-rigid cock against one of his cheeks. “Smile, show the world what a shecock lover whore you are!” she added. Then, Naomi turned around and presented her meaty butt to Evan. “Open my sister´s buttocks and worship her hole,” Tyra said and Evan obeyed as he sank his face into Naomi’s ass crack and began kissing and licking her tight butthole.

“Mmmmh, he is such a good ass-kisser,” Naomi said, licking her luscious lips. “You can do better slut, get your tongue deeper,” she added as she used one hand to push Evan even deeper into her crack. “Now use your nose to rub my buthole” Naomi said, and Evan used his nose to massage and rub the wrinkled and tender surface of Naomi’s anus for several moments, making her sigh and moan in sheer pleasure.

“Good bitch” Naomi moaned, “now continue with your tongue and lips”.

Evan got his face completely buried between Naomi’s mammoth ass-cheeks as he began probing deeper and deeper into her opening anus. Meanwhile, Tyra was recording this humiliation. “Now give my sister’s asshole some sucking kisses, bitch” she said. “I want to hear how you suck her,” she said and Evan began gently sucking and kissing Naomi’s tender butthole, making her moan and sigh with pleasure. Naomi’s cock got hard again, as well as Tyra’s, as they watched Evan’s debasement.

Suddenly, Naomi sighed louder, and turning around, she gave Evan a copious white shower that covered all his face. Tyra held his head firmly in place as Naomi kept shooting her viscous she-cum until Evan’s face was completely covered.

“Smile, bitch. Facialized bitch,” Tyra giggled, and Evan obeyed as his face was glazed by Naomi’s thick fluids.

“My turn,” Tyra said after taking many pics of Evan’s cum-coated face. She ordered Evan to lie on his back, and then she squatted on his terrorized face. “Open your slutty mouth for my balls. It’s tea-bagging time!” she ordered, and Evan got his face stuffed with Tyra’s big cum-filled testicles. “Suck them gently,” she added. Meanwhile, Naomi was taking pics of Evan’s stuffed face as he sucked and licked her sister’s cannon balls. 

After some more minutes of balls-worshipping, Tyra drew her wet testicles from Evan’s mouth and engulfed his face with her huge and muscular glutes. “Time to kiss butt,” she said joyfully, “use your tongue and lips on my rosebud,” she added. 

As his tongue probed deeper and deeper into Tyra’s rectum, she began moving her hips in tight circles on Evan’s face, trying to get his tongue even deeper.

In short time, Tyra’s huge shecock exploded too. She lifted her lavish ass from Evan’s sweaty face and inserted the tip of her aroused member through his sore lips. As she injected her hot she-cum into his esophagus, Evan’s belly bloated painfully.

Evan wrongfully thought that the twin teen princkazons would be satisfied, but, to his dismay, his torment was just beginning.


The ebony teen princkazons swapped positions multiple times that night, making Evan ride their cocks reverse cowgirl, his small body impaled and bouncing helplessly; bending him over for doggy-style poundings and hard spanking that left him sobbing; sandwiching him between their sweat-slicked bodies for double penetration attempts that nearly broke him. 

Evan lost all track of time as he was continuously subjected to the pain and humiliation of being sexually abused by the towering horny princkazons.


To add humiliation, they incorporated filthy games: they continued forcing him to rim their musky asses deeply, tongue-fucking their tight holes while they moaned. They also used his mouth as a urinal when they needed relief, golden streams filling his belly, and even made him beg for their cum as "dinner."

By dawn, exhausted and broken, they tied him with his own belt and dumped him in the bathtub. Before crashing on his bed, the cruel sisters stood over him, unleashing hot streams of piss that soaked his battered body. As their piss covered his body, the teen princkazons looked at Evan with cruel smiles on their gorgeous faces.

Evan thought that he had hit rock bottom, but when the sisters began feeding him chocolate bars and candy that they had previously inserted into their tight sphincters, he knew that things could get much worse.

They placed him on his knees on the floor and made him watch how they shoved a chocolate bar into their anuses. “This is your snack,” Tyra informed him cruelly. “Let us melt it a little for you” she giggled. Evan beheld in disbelief as both amazons pushed the chocolate bars until their rectums completely engulfed them.

Then, they ordered him to come closer to their butts and to open his mouth. “Open your mouth for your snacks,” Naomi said happily, “I’m sure it’s yummy!”  A trembling Evan put his mouth on the slick surface of Naomi’s butthole first and opened his mouth as she began pushing the semi-melted chocolate bar through his lips. As he felt the warm chocolate bar entering his mouth, Evan closed his eyes in shame and helplessness. The worst part of his debasement was that two young teenage girls had made him their cum-eating, ass-worshipping, and living flesh-light slut! “Enjoy your snack, slut” Naomi said as she forced more and more of the chocolate bar into Evan’s quivering mouth. “Enjoy it, I want to hear you munching it,” she added and Evan began munching and savoring the semi-melted chocolate bar inside his mouth.

When she finished feeding Evan, Naomi shoved a finger through her butthole and moved it around collecting the chocolate remains, and then she told Evan to lick her finger clean. “Clean it good bitch” she said, and Evan began sucking her sticky finger.  

Then, Naomi shoved her finger inside her sphincter again. “Put your tongue out” she added, and as Evan obeyed her, she used his tongue to clean her finger, rubbing it on his tongue’s pink surface for several moments.

Finally, Naomi was satisfied. “Now eat the one inside my sister’s butthole,” Naomi said, and Evan had to suffer the same humiliation as Tyra pushed the warm chocolate bar through his lips, and then made him rim her butthole, taking the remaining chocolate from her musky anus and rectum.


After this, the sisters hog-tied Evan and put him between them as they called it a day. Evan hardly slept as he had continuous nightmares of huge chocolate bars that transformed into huge, black erect cocks and testicles.


Evan awoke hours later to Tyra straddling his face again, her fat shecock buried in his throat. "Good morning, bitch! Time for breakfast cock-sucking!" she chirped merrily, pinching his nose shut to force deeper thrusts. Another nightmarish day had just begun!


The dominant hung princkazon duo kept their older plaything captive the entire weekend, turning his luxury suite into a private dungeon. They ravaged him in every conceivable position: missionary with legs pinned back, standing carries where his feet dangled uselessly, even tying him spread-eagle for hours of teasing edging. They also fed him more morsels from their buttholes: grapes, bananas and candy bars. They kept using his mouth as their personal urinals and also gave him copious white showers and facials.

While lounging naked and triumphant, they maxed out his credit card on room service feasts and deliveries—lobster, champagne, desserts—devouring it all in front of him. Evan begged for scraps, but they only fed him copious loads of their thick she-cum, straight from the source, and quenched his thirst with their piss poured directly into his open mouth.

By Sunday night, as they finally dressed and prepared to leave with his wallet lighter and a promise to "visit again soon," Evan lay curled on the floor—a shattered, cum-crusted shell of his former sleazy self. His "lucky" night had transformed him into the sisters' permanent tropical bitch, and deep down, in the haze of submission, he knew he'd crave their return.


THE END


sábado, 31 de enero de 2026

Life in GTS high school 2: the next day

LIFE IN GIANTESS HIGH SCHOOL

Part 2: The next day.

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 on average, and males are only considered toys and pets.

Jerry has just been transferred from an all male high school 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!!





Life was never the same. After being used as a living suppository and human dildo several times, Jerry was finally allowed to go home and recover. He was completely soaked in the giantess’ fluids and had to take a long hot shower to eliminate all the smell and sticky liquids that were covering his body. As he washed his sore limbs, Jerry couldn’t help feeling aroused and soiled at the same time remembering the way Tyra had used him over and over. The ebony giantess had no regard for his puny pleas of mercy as she forced him to suck her engorged clit and pushed him in and out his pussy afterwards. But the worst part had been when she fed him to her anal ring. For long minutes, the walls of her intestines massaged and contracted all around him as she climaxed and moaned contentedly.

Tyra sent her girlfriends several videos showing how she played and enjoyed using Jerry in her aroused orifices. 

“Suck it bitch!” she said as she forced her engorged clit down his throat. She pushed the back of his head making him gag. Jerry tried to push her but Tyra relentlessly kept moving his tiny head closer and closer to her. In short time, Jerry had teary eyes and found himself covered in her sweat and pussy juices.

“I’m gonna make you an expert clit sucker!” she said excitedly, “you have all that it takes, you only need lots and lots of practice!”. Jerry did his best to please Tyra as she made his tiny head bob forwards and backwards giving her pleasure. He also had to suck the bulbous tip of her clit making her moan with pleasure.

After pleasing Tyra orally, Jerry was used as a living dildo several times too. Tyra manipulated his tiny body in and out her moist pussy reaching climax after climax. Meanwhile, Jerry fought to breathe as he was pushed and pulled in and out of Tyra’s vagina relentlessly.

That night, Jerry had nightmares about being swallowed alive by giant mouths. He woke up several times covered in sweat and panting. He was very concerned about his future, becoming a sex toy for horny teen giantesses was awful but he had no choices at that time. He had to finish highschool as soon as possible and leave to study at an all-boy college so he could be safe.

The next morning at school, Jerry arrived early, hoping to slip into his classroom unnoticed. His body still ached from the previous day's "welcome" from Tyra and her friends—bruises on his ribs, a lingering soreness in places he didn't want to think about. He clutched his tiny backpack (scaled for males, of course) and darted between the massive desks that towered like skyscrapers around him. The ground shook faintly with each step of the giantess students arriving, their laughter booming like thunder overhead.

He made it to the male section—a cordoned-off area on the floor near the teacher's podium, with tiny benches and a protective railing to prevent accidental squishings. A few other boys were already there, whispering nervously. One of them, a skinny kid named Mark, waved him over.

"Dude, you look wrecked," Mark said, eyeing Jerry's disheveled hair and the faint red marks on his neck. "Tyra's crew got you good yesterday, huh? Word spreads fast. They posted those vids in the group chat."

Jerry groaned, slumping onto a bench. "Yeah. I just want to get through classes without... you know."

Mark chuckled bitterly. "Good luck. Today's biology with Ms. Mounier. She's notorious for using 'volunteers' in her demos."

Before Jerry could ask what that meant, the classroom door swung open with a massive creak. In strode Ms. Mounier, the biology teacher—a stunning 52-foot giantess with curves that could crush cities and long auburn hair cascading down her back. She wore a tight blouse that strained against her enormous breasts and a skirt that ended mid-thigh, revealing legs like marble columns. The class of giantess girls cheered as she entered, their voices a chorus of excitement.

"Good morning, class!" Ms. Mounier boomed, her voice warm but commanding. She placed her massive purse on the desk, causing the floor to vibrate. Her eyes scanned the room, lingering on the male pen. "And good morning to our little pets down there. I see we have a new addition—Jerry, is it?"

Jerry froze as her gigantic face loomed closer, peering down through the railing. Her green eyes sparkled with amusement, and her full lips curved into a smile that sent a chill down his spine.

"Y-yes, Ms. Mounier," he stammered, his voice tiny even to the other boys.

"How adorable. Stand up, sweetie. Let the class see you."

The giantess girls giggled, leaning forward for a better look. Jerry reluctantly stood, feeling exposed under dozens of colossal gazes.

"Class," Ms. Mounier announced, "today we're covering human anatomy—specifically, male physiology in relation to female arousal and reproduction. Since we have such willing little subjects, I thought a hands-on demonstration would be perfect."

The class erupted in excited whispers. "Teacher's pet time!" one girl shouted.

Ms. Mounier reached down with manicured fingers the size of tree trunks and plucked Jerry from the pen effortlessly. He dangled helplessly in her grip, her warm palm enveloping his entire body. The scent of her perfume—sweet and overpowering—washed over him as she lifted him to eye level.

"Don't worry, Jerry," she purred, her breath hot against his skin. "You'll be my special assistant today. The girls need to learn how to properly handle and stimulate their pets."

She carried him to the front of the class and placed him gently—but firmly—on her desk, right next to a massive textbook open to diagrams of giantess reproductive systems. The desk surface was like a vast plain to him, and Ms. Mounier's body loomed behind it like a living mountain.

"First lesson: external stimulation," she said, addressing the class while unbuttoning the top of her blouse. Her enormous breasts spilled forward slightly, casting shadows over Jerry. "Males can be quite effective at teasing sensitive areas."

With a wink to the giggling students, she scooped Jerry up again and pressed him against one of her hardening nipples through the fabric. The nub was already the size of his head, swelling under his tiny struggles.

"Rub and lick, pet," she commanded softly but firmly. "Show the class how it's done."

Jerry hesitated, but her fingers squeezed just enough to remind him of his place. Heart pounding, he began massaging the massive nipple with his hands and tongue, feeling it grow even larger and firmer. Ms. Mounier let out a low moan that echoed through the room, making the girls squeal in delight.

"Good boy," she cooed. "See how responsive they are, class? With practice, your pets can make you feel incredible without even penetrating."

But Jerry knew this was just the beginning. As the lesson progressed, Ms. Mounier's "demonstrations" grew more intimate—sliding him under her skirt for "clitoral sensitivity training," then using him to illustrate "internal vaginal exploration." By the end of class, he was drenched again, exhausted, and marked as the new teacher's pet.

As the bell rang and Ms. Mounier casually dropped him back into the pen—promising "extra credit" sessions after school—the other boys patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"Welcome to Giantess High," Mark muttered. "It only gets worse from here."


Jerry rounded the corner of the east hallway too quickly—right into the path of a wall of smooth, dark skin and the faint scent of coconut lotion mixed with fresh sweat from morning practice.

Tyra.

The ebony cheerleader towered even when she was just standing still, her long legs stretching up forever beneath the short pleated skirt of her uniform. Her full lips curved into a slow, knowing smile the moment she spotted him. Yesterday's memories slammed into Jerry like a physical blow: the suffocating heat of her pussy grinding down on him until he could barely breathe, the humiliating stretch as she'd forced him deeper still, using his entire wriggling body to tease her anus until she'd shuddered and flooded him with her release. He'd been drenched, trembling, discarded on her locker-room bench like a used tissue.

"Hello, toy," Tyra purred, bending at the waist until her face filled his entire field of vision. Her breath was warm vanilla and mint gum. Before he could back away, plush lips engulfed his head and shoulders in a single, sloppy kiss—soft, wet pressure that smeared gloss across his hair and cheeks.

"Did you dream about me?" she murmured against his scalp, tongue flicking out to lap at him like he was a lollipop. Long, deliberate strokes dragged from his collarbone to his forehead, leaving glistening trails. "I bet you did. I dreamt about having you deep inside again... and again... stretching me just right."

"No—please!" Jerry's voice cracked, small and frantic. "No more. I can't—"

Tyra's laughter rumbled through him like distant thunder. "You have to get used to it, little Jerry. You're my favorite toy now." Her fingers—long, manicured, impossibly strong—curled around his torso. She lifted him effortlessly, squeezing just enough to make his ribs creak and his lungs fight for air. He squirmed instinctively, legs kicking in the open air, which only made her giggle again, low and delighted.

"You think you can escape me?" she teased, bringing him close enough that her thick eyelashes brushed his face like dark feathers. "I don't have time to play with you right now... but I'll see you after school." Her grip tightened—a warning pulse that sent pain spiking through his chest. "And if you try to hide or run? You'll regret it."

She leaned in again. This time the kiss was slower, more possessive: full lips dragging across his entire upper body, sucking lightly, tongue swirling until every inch of him was coated in warm saliva. He tasted salt and artificial strawberry. When she pulled back, a thin string of spit connected her lower lip to his drenched shirt.

"You're so tasty," she whispered, eyes half-lidded with hunger. "I'm gonna enjoy playing with you later... so much."

Jerry trembled violently inside the tight cage of her fist, heart hammering so hard he thought it might bruise his own ribs. Tyra studied him for a long moment—licking her thick, glossy lips like a cat savoring the anticipation of a kill—then finally opened her hand.

He dropped the last few inches to the tile floor in a sprawl, gasping, clothes clinging wetly to his skin. Tyra straightened to her full, impossible height, skirt swaying as she adjusted her cheer bag over one shoulder.

"Run along to class, toy," she called after him, voice light and amused. "Don't be late. I'll know if you are."

Jerry scrambled up and bolted, legs shaky, the hallway lights blurring through the saliva still dripping into his eyes. He could feel her gaze burning into his back the entire way to his locker—like a predator deciding exactly when to pounce.

He didn't dare look behind him. He just kept moving, pulse roaring in his ears, already dreading the lunch break that would come far too soon.

The quad waited outside those double doors. Four senior giantesses already lounging in their circle. Fresh meat always drew attention eventually.

And Tyra would be watching.


During the lunch break, four colossal senior girls had claimed the center of the yard, sitting cross-legged in a loose circle like bored goddesses at a picnic. Each one cradled boys in their enormous hands—two or three per palm—while others squirmed helplessly between thighs thicker than Jerry's entire torso. Every male student in their grasp had his pants and underwear yanked down to his ankles, fabric bunched uselessly around skinny legs that kicked feebly in mid-air.

The giantesses worked with lazy, competitive enthusiasm, their glossy lips enveloping one tiny cock after another. They were running a cruel contest: who could force the most unwilling orgasms in the shortest time. Wet, rhythmic sucking sounds filled the air, punctuated by the boys' choked gasps and involuntary whimpers. The girls' cavernous mouths seemed bottomless; no matter how small the offering, they swallowed eagerly, tongues curling with casual expertise.

Only one of them—the dark-haired girl Jerry recognized from third-period English—refrained from sucking. She lounged with her phone raised, recording every humiliated twitch and spurt in crisp 4K. Between her meaty thighs lay the "used" boys: sprawled, sweat-soaked, chests heaving, eyes glassy with exhaustion. Their cocks hung limp and reddened, still twitching from overstimulation. They knew the break wasn't over. The bell was still minutes away, and the girls weren't finished playing.

Laughter rolled from the circle like thunder. After each boy shuddered and spilled into a waiting mouth, the giantess would pull back, stick out her tongue to display the pearly evidence, then casually flick the spent victim onto her lap like a discarded toy. Another would be plucked up immediately, pants already down, body trembling in pre-emptive dread.

"Another one!" the beautiful blonde crowed, pink tongue glistening as she displayed four tiny white flecks. "That's my fourth straight—beat that, bitches."

The athletic brunette smirked around the cock currently filling her mouth. She pulled off with a wet pop just long enough to brag: "Third for me. This little guy's shaking already—gonna make it quick." She dove back down, cheeks hollowing.

"I'm keeping official count," the phone girl announced in a mock-serious tone. "No cheating." She zoomed in on a fresh victim, then lowered her head to tease his balls with slow, deliberate licks before engulfing him entirely.

Jerry stood frozen at the edge of the quad, half-hidden behind a bench that barely reached the girls' shins. He recognized them all—classmates he'd only met a week ago when he transferred from the all-boys academy. Back there, the worst thing that happened was a locker-room towel snap. Here…

He squeezed his eyes shut, but the sounds drilled into him anyway: wet slurps, helpless male moans rising into desperate cries, the girls' amused giggles vibrating through the ground. Every involuntary twitch of pleasure from those boys felt like a betrayal—of dignity, of resistance, of any hope that this school would be different.

His heart hammered against his ribs. He could already imagine those same enormous fingers wrapping around his waist, lifting him like a doll, hot breath washing over him as a voice purred, "New boy wants a turn?"

Jerry pressed himself lower, praying the bell would ring before they noticed fresh meat standing alone.

Jerry's luck ran out the moment he tried to back away. A shadow fell over him—enormous, inevitable—and before he could bolt, warm fingers thicker than his legs curled gently but inescapably around his waist. The blonde giantess lifted him skyward with the casual flick of someone plucking a stray french fry.

"Look what we have here," she purred, her voice vibrating through his ribcage. "Fresh transfer boy. You've been watching us like you wanted an invitation."

The others turned, eyes lighting up with predatory delight. Jerry's stomach lurched as he was passed hand-to-hand like a living toy—each palm dwarfing his body, soft skin warm and faintly scented with vanilla body spray and something muskier. He kicked uselessly, shoes dangling, pants already half-tugged down by the time he landed in the brunette's grip.

"No—no, please—" His protest dissolved into a yelp as she brought him to her face. Her breath washed over him in a hot, humid gust, lips parting to reveal a cavernous mouth that could swallow him whole if she wanted. Instead, she lowered him lower, aligning his exposed groin with her waiting tongue.

The first contact was electric—wet heat enveloping him completely, tongue curling with terrifying precision. She sucked gently at first, then harder, the suction pulling involuntary shudders from deep in his core. Jerry's hands scrabbled against her lower lip, fingers sinking into plush flesh that gave like warm dough. His body betrayed him almost immediately; pressure built too fast, too intensely. He came with a strangled cry, hips jerking against nothing as she hummed in approval, the vibration ripping another helpless spasm from him.

She pulled back just long enough to flash a triumphant grin, a thin string of saliva connecting her lip to his twitching length. "One down. Who's next?"

They passed him like a party favor. The blonde took him next—her technique slower, more teasing, tongue flicking in lazy circles until he was whimpering, begging incoherently for it to stop and never stop. She swallowed his second orgasm with exaggerated relish, showing the others the evidence on her tongue before flicking him onward.

The dark-haired girl with the phone set it down for her turn. She cradled him between her breasts first—soft, warm pillows that smothered his cries—then lowered him to her mouth. Her blowjob was methodical, almost clinical: long, deep pulls that milked him relentlessly until number three tore through him, leaving him limp and gasping.

By the fourth, Jerry could barely form thoughts. The last giantess—quiet until now—took him with surprising gentleness that somehow made it worse. She cradled his exhausted body in one palm while her tongue worked him over with slow, insistent strokes. His overstimulated nerves screamed; every touch was too much and not enough. He came again—dry this time, just painful spasms that left him trembling and spent.

They laughed softly as they set him down between them, pants tangled around his ankles, body slick with saliva and sweat. Jerry curled into a fetal position on the grass, chest heaving, every muscle quivering. Less than fifteen minutes. Four times. His mind felt foggy, distant, like the world had narrowed to the ache between his legs and the thunder of giant footsteps.

The bell rang—sharp, merciful.

"Aww, science class," the blonde cooed, nudging him lightly with a fingertip the size of his torso. "Better get going, little guy. Don't want to be late on your first week."

Jerry staggered to his feet, yanking his clothes up with shaking hands. Cum and spit soaked through the fabric; his legs felt like jelly. He could feel their amused gazes on his back as he stumbled toward the building, each step a reminder of how small, how helpless he truly was here.

The hallway loomed ahead—normal-sized doors that now felt like escape hatches. Science class waited. More giantesses. More eyes. More chances to be noticed.

He swallowed hard and kept walking, already dreading the next break.


TO BE CONTINUED…