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Magic Feet
🕑 Added 2022-06-15 04:01:01 +0000 UTC
Every girl who longed for dance wanted to be Laura Divine. The principal dancer was the main attraction with the National Ballet Theater Company, and she turned heads in both the dance and secular world. For Jane Laroquette, she was just another obstacle. Laura was on her way out, leaving a plethora of wanting girls in her wake. The National Ballet Theater Company had few prospects, and none as brilliantly gifted as Jane.
She came from a wealthy family with borderline celebrity status. Her father, a well-known billionaire tech guru was the face of nanotechnology, and some said his vast wealth was what helped Jane land her entry spot with her troupe, and what would ultimately award her the top, most coveted spot.
And they weren’t wrong . . .
As she lay on the sofa with her boytoy Jason with her feet planted on his lap, she couldn’t help but notice—for the hundredth time of the day—how nice they looked. Most ballerinas had awful feet, especially the toes. Dancing was tough work; its scars, bruises and blisters almost always precluded showing one’s feet in public. A girl could be a dancer…or a foot model, but not both…except for Jane. To say her feet were pretty would be an understatement. They were, like the rest of her lithe, elegant, exquisitely toned body…perfect—longish, slender toes, high arches, and of a shape that flattered pretty much every one of the six hundred pairs of shoes that festooned the shelves of her vast walk-in closet. Jane was always quietly thrilled at the looks of shock and surprise, often accompanied by seething jealousy, on the faces of other dancers as they beheld the pampered perfection of her bare feet. And the fact that her feet had already appeared in the pages of several prominent magazines—dance as well as fashion—was just a bit of extra icing on an already delicious cake.
Her father’s tech had helped with that. She often told herself that she had ‘magic feet’ because she wouldn’t dare speak it to another person. Nanotech tracers surrounded her body from the ankles down—billions of microscopic robots that constantly rebuilt damaged muscles, skin, and bone. Not only did the nanobots provide healing properties, they also enhanced her feet to be stronger and swifter. Technology made her durable and it made her precise. And with this technology, she would stamp out all others.
“You’re not so ticklish anymore,” said Jason Jermaine, her boyfriend for the last six months. He was also the lead male dancer for the company, and would be Jane’s partner once the final decision of Laura’s replacement was made. He was a dreamy guy—half Haitian, half British, but all hunk. His bright blue eyes were the same intensity of Jane’s, although where she had a wholesome Americana look, his was all brooding and mysterious.
“I suppose I’m not,” she said. “My feet are going numb. That’s normal for a lot of dancers. Just means I’m getting tough.” And while it was true for most dancers to lose sensation in their toes after years of strenuous practice, it wasn’t the case for Jane. Her feet weren’t sensitive because technically Jason wasn’t touching them—he was stroking the outer layer of a billion nanobots.
“They’re perfect.” He mused for a moment, then said, “Do you think they’ll make an announcement next week?”
“I would imagine so,” she thought. The company was notorious for making last minute changes.
Jason, suddenly aloof, said, “Bel won’t be happy.”
Jane tensed at the name of her biggest rival. She’d never liked the girl—she could tell that Jason fancied her but who didn’t? Bel was the rags-to-riches story that everyone loved. She was beautiful, funny, and her technique was amazing. Jane was happy that Bel’s style wasn’t mainstream, so the classical-minded higher-ups would more than likely pass on her. But still . . . The thought of Bel getting Laura Divine’s position was enough to make Jane’s blood boil.
“I don’t care if she’s happy or not. She can dance behind me.”
“She has nice feet too, you know.”
And that made Jane tense again. She said, “How do you know this?”
His already dark skin began to flush. “I’ve seen them. Everyone’s seen them. Hers are almost as amazing as yours.” Again, Jane went rigid. The look she gave Jason told him he’d gone too far.
She pulled her feet away and said, “Then maybe you should be rubbing hers and not mine.”
“Ah, c’mon, babe, don’t be like that.” He said, just as his phone buzzed. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks but she also noticed the way his face softened at whatever he’d read on his screen.
“You need to take a call?” she asked him just as he thumbed away a text message and then stowed his phone in his pocket.
“No, but Brian says the apartment has no power so I need to go see what’s happening.” Brian was his roommate—they shared a flat on the other side of town. He waited around for her to soften and give him a kiss goodbye, but she just locked her arms until he said, “Well, goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He left without another word. She watched him from her window as he walked across the lot and entered his car. The phone was back in his hand and he stopped twice to finish hammering out his text. Something about this didn’t seem right, so Jane decided to do something she had never done in her relationship—investigate.
Through a locked door in her bedroom was Jane’s tech room, a place that no one was allowed to enter—a place that people like Jason didn’t even know existed because she hid it so well. But inside was a wealth of technology her father built and gifted to her. She sat at the computer terminal and pulled up her Wi-Fi settings. She left it open with no password protection because she wanted people to use it. She had a special program to see all the activity that passed through her network.
And two seconds later, she felt her blood boiling. As Jason’s messages popped up on her screen, she realized he wasn’t talking to Brian at all. At first, she didn’t see the sender at the top. She only saw the nude screenshots he’d been sent. That was enough for her to end the relationship, but then she read the name and her whole body began to tremble.
It was from Bel.
The screenshots were accompanied by a single message: My place, twenty minutes.
Breaking up wouldn’t be enough, she thought. Jane put her hands in her lap and let out a scream that rattled her desk. She was deranged just enough to go over to that apartment and put a bullet in them both but decided against it. There was too much at stake for her career—and her life. No, she needed a more subtle way to deal with them.
Jane’s eyes flashed up to the device sitting in a cradle above her workstation. It was short and slender, almost like a magic wand. But there was no magic in this—magic didn’t exist. This thing was created by her father out of pure nanotech ingenuity. Jane lifted it from the base and felt the power surging through as it booted up. It had been years since she’d used it, but tonight she would use it twice . . .
***
He knew it was wrong to see Bel as he had for the past few months. But he’d never really broken it off with her when he started dating Jane, so if Bel was okay with the arrangement, it wasn’t so bad, right? That was how Jason justified cheating in his brain, but he was sure Jane wouldn’t see it the same way. Right now, twenty minutes after leaving her apartment, he didn’t care. He was inside Bel, so all was right with the world.
She was on top of him, riding his cock with her tits hanging in his face. Each time she bounced, he tried to snatch one in his mouth but she was being far too aggressive for that. So, he settled for lying back, relaxing, and holding onto her waist. Bel was a take-charge kind of gal, and that translated quite well to the bedroom.
He loved Bel because she was so tight, something that wasn’t always the case with Jane. And the more she rode his cock the more he thought he was going to hurt her. Jason was a big guy, used to making girls wince. And when Bel leaned down across his chest and scraped her nails on him, he knew she was in pain.
“Fuck, it’s big,” she said, and that’s when he noticed her head wasn’t in the same spot as it had been a moment before. In fact, it was moving down, creeping toward his stomach. As his arms collapsed around her, he felt them getting closer to his chest. Bel was . . . disappearing, although that wasn’t quite the correct word.
Bel was shrinking . . .
His dick popped out of her at the right moment which was a godsend, for in another few seconds he would’ve caused her great harm. Jason pulled himself up to the headboard, straightening his body and sending the dwindling girl down between his legs. She continued to shrink, becoming a foot tall, then ten inches, then eight inches. At six inches tall, she finished, and now the look on her face wasn’t of fear or confusion—it was anger. She turned around and stared at the doorway to the bedroom, and there stood a red-faced, teary-eyed Jane.
She held a strange wand-looking device, only this wasn’t made of gnarled hardwood, but sleek metal. In half a second, he made the connection but by then it was too late. The moment Bel was small enough to line up a clear shot, Jane had taken it. And now the room was changing, spreading out so fast that he clamped his eyes shut and hoped that he wouldn’t fall off the bed. When it was over, the bedsheets rolled along like an expansive, white field. Bel was standing just in front of him, her eyes fixed on the giant woman who was thundering across the room to inspect the tiny people more closely.
“How could I have been so blind?” she screamed, then stuffed the weird device into her purse.
“Let us explain,” said Jason, throwing his hands up. He wished his erection would go away, especially at a time like this.
Bel, quietly by his ear, said, “Just go along with what she says. I got this.”
“What?” he asked, feeling so lost and confused.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you . . . yet,” said the giantess, kneeling down by the bed. Her face was so big, so commanding. She was a vast, living billboard of slightly tousled blonde curls framing her classically Nordic, if slightly elfin face, each of her features, especially her prominent, expressive eyes, not only enlarged, but somehow…enhanced—every nuance and detail brought into greater relief. Jason would’ve found her extra-beautiful right now, had he not been at the scary end of her anger.
“Please, just . . . make us big again,” he pleaded.
“I don’t think I’m going to be doing that right now. What I will be doing is taking you back to my place and having a little fun with your tiny bodies.”
While Bel stood tall, meeting the giantess’s anger, Jason thought he’d fare better by running off. But he only made it two steps before Jane’s hand lashed out and snatched him, then gave him a slight squeeze to hammer home her point. She shoved both tiny people into her purse and said, “Allow me to give you a crash course on my Matter Manipulator, should you decided to push buttons while you’re in there. Should you accidentally zap each other, the sudden re-expansion will crush your hearts. So don’t touch my stuff.”
As the light disappeared, Jason wondered if she were being serious. Either way, he thought it best to find a distant corner of her purse and throw his back against it.
***
A few minutes later, they were in Jane’s car. Jason could feel the steady hum beneath his bottom. It was dark, but he could sense Bel creeping close until she collapsed on top of him. At first he thought she was trying to be frisky again, but that wasn’t what she had in mind. She put her hand around his ear and cupped her mouth to the other end so she could whisper.
“I’ll fix her. Don’t you worry. But I can’t tonight. I have to wait until tomorrow night.”
“What? What do you mean?”
She paused for a moment, then the warm air of her breath returned. “Let’s just say I can do the same to her. But only during the full moon.”
Jason didn’t know what to say to that, but found himself nodding, nonetheless. Everything tonight was happening in slow-motion. None of it made sense to him. His mind was far away, wondering what exactly would happen once they reached Jane’s apartment.
And ten minutes later, the rough journey up her steps ended when the purse turned upside down and the tiny people tumbled out. They landed on her bed but Jason shielded his head because all the small trinkets of the purse also tumbled out. Jane snatched the shrinker and placed it on her bedside. Then she lifted her satiny blonde hair and tied it back, then stared down at the tiny people with wide, wondrous eyes.
“I wonder how long you would’ve kept this going,” said Jane. Jason was unsure of who she was addressing. “No matter. I’m going to get all of my aggression and hurt out as quickly as possible.”
She did a pirouette and spun around, at the same time removing her shirt. It was all so graceful, so fluid--strangely so given her dinosaurian scale—but not out of character given her propensity for showing off her rather amazing technique as a dancer. In only a few seconds, she’d completely disrobed, and Jason tried his hardest to hide his lust from Bel, who still remained strangely stoic.
Jane stepped over them until she landed on the bed, then plopped down so hard that they lost their balance and flew a few inches into the air. Again, Bel stayed calm, slowly rising to her feet and watching the giantess. Jane gave herself a stretch, spreading her toes out and extending her legs until the small people were flanked by them. Standing so close and at such a small size, Jason could see every fine detail of her feet.
They were perfect, and he considered himself an expert. She could see the way he stared at them, so she giggled and swept her left foot over until he was on his back. Bel managed to step aside at the last moment. Jason probably wouldn’t have dodged even if he had the chance, for now Jane was pinning him down—it wasn’t painful, but it was tight. He slithered his way to the top until he could grab her toes and pull his head above them.
“They’re nice, aren’t they?” said Jane. And then, to Bel, “But probably not as nice as yours—at least that’s what I’ve heard.” Jane’s voice hardened a bit as she uttered those last words, the ball of her pretty foot increasing its pressure upon the tiny male that lay pinned beneath its pampered softness. Jason grunted painfully as he was forced deeper into Jane’s plush bedspread. At last, after a long moment, the pressure eased, allowing him to take in a ragged, sputtering breath—the air in his nostrils heavy with the floral-vanilla scent of Jane’s expensive, custom crafted body lotion. When the giantess’ gaze shifted back to Bel, the shrunken woman made no attempt to placate or disagree. Jane then smiled, her tone reverting to a kind of catty playfulness, “Maybe they just need a little TLC” she purred.
“Is that so?” Bel said, voice level, disinterested.
“Yes, ma’am. Grab that nail file and purple polish and get started.” She pointed to the pile of contents she’d dumped from her purse.
Jason assumed she’d refuse, but Bel turned around and headed toward the pile. The objects were too big for her, but she managed them nonetheless. He thought about helping her, but the pressure of Jane’s foot told him that she wanted him to stay right where she’d put him.
Bel struggled with the file, but soon found a rhythm that worked. She serviced Jane’s right foot, opposite of where Jason was pinned. He watched helplessly but did he really want to help? It seemed as though he was in the perfect spot. The giantess didn’t think so, for as soon as he started to ‘enjoy’ himself, she put more pressure on him. It was enough to make him scream out, enough to make his eyes bulge.
“Don’t get your rocks off under my foot, little man. Why should you get a vacation anyway, when your woman is working her tiny tail off?” The way she said ‘your woman’ made him wince. She removed her foot, then used her toes to nudge him toward the second file in the pile of goodies.
Bel gave him a look that suggested he do as she said. He wasn’t sure how she remained so calm, or what secret weapon she had at her disposal, but he was inclined to follow her lead. He snatched the file, lugged it back to her foot, then began dragging it across her biggest toe, his small, yet strong arms creating an arc back and forth.
“You little people have stressed me out so much. You’re going to take care of me from my toes to my head.” She settled back and closed her eyes, her naked glory on full display. Jason couldn’t help but notice how her labia was glistening—was this really a turn on to the giantess?
After she was satisfied with the filing, she directed them to the nail polish. She kept it steady between her feet and allowed the tiny people to take turns using the applicator. Twice, Jason had to sit down because the fumes were too much. He grew dizzy and collapsed once against her foot, to which she shook her toes out until he was falling in the opposite direction.
“You see that he’s not feeling well, right?” said Bel at last.
“Ah, the little whore talks,” said Jane. “This is the best he’s going to feel in a long time, trust me. Finish my toes because I have another job for you.”
Bel helped Jason to stand just as Jane bent her knees to the bed and brought her feet together, sole to sole with the tiny people trapped in the middle. Jason was pressed against Bel, her breasts pushing into his chest—her nipples were hard, something that wasn’t lost on the giantess above them.
“Fuck her, Jason. You know you wanna. Go ahead and do it while I watch!” She squeezed her feet together even more. The scent was overpowering, a mix between nail polish, her own natural smell, and the alluring scent of her lotion. Jason looked at Bel, a twinkle in her eye, and proceeded to line his dick up. Jane relaxed long enough for him to lift her leg, but once Bel’s head relined back on the wall of sole, Jane grew angry.
“Seriously? I didn’t think you’d actually do it!”
She squeezed one time, hard enough to make the little people stagger, then pulled her feet away. Her toes returned, this time pinning Jason back down. With Bel momentarily caught off guard, Jane snatched her. She dragged the shrunken woman up to her stomach by the leg, then let go. Bel recovered, standing with an angry look on her face, and stared up at the giantess.
“How did you get that fancy wand?” asked the shrunken woman. “I didn’t think shrinking was possible . . . with science.” She said it with an odd tone that Jason nearly missed. He went back to kissing the underside of her foot, hoping that Jane would reward his efforts.
“That’s none of your business.” She snatched it from the dresser and said, “But I’ll give you another zap if you’d like. I’ve never done that before. You might just dwindle down and disappear.” She aimed it at Bel. “Should I fire?”
“No,” said Bel quietly. Even though Jason couldn’t see her from the other end of the bed, he could feel how she’d tensed.
“Good,” said Jane, placing the device back on her nightstand. “Now, either come up here and suck my nipple or turn around and play with my clit. Either way, we have to get Jason ready to go exploring my love tunnel.”
At this, he froze. But she lifted her foot and brought her heel into his stomach painfully so he started rubbing again. Surely, she wasn’t serious. Could a six-inch person even survive something like that? He wasn’t so sure Jane even cared if he lived or died at this point.
Bel started to walk forward, intent on touching the woman’s giant nipples but Jane laughed and she staggered a step, confused. Jane picked her up, rotated her, and then put her back down. “That was a trick, my dear. I’ll handle my nipples. You get busy down below.” Bel flashed her an evil look but said no more. She trudged down, stopping at the pubic bone and dropping to her knees.
“I’d put a little extra effort into your work, little girl!” Jane said snidely to the shrunken woman standing on her pubic bone. “Unless you want your boyfriend here to end up with a few broken bones courtesy of my talented toes! You may—or may not—have an edge in foot beauty, but when it comes to strength and technique, you’re totally outclassed!”
Jane lifted her foot from Jason’s body and hovered it in the air for a moment, as if mulling over the idea of squashing him. Bel tensed, wondering if the giantess were actually going to crush her lover beneath her foot. After the span of three heartbeats, she dropped it next to his prone body and said, “Get up. Come give your girlfriend a little help.”
He ignored that jab and stood, then climbed atop her foot, noting just how awful a paint job they’d given her. With his arms out for balance, he tiptoed up her leg with far more grace than a normal man possessed. And at her hip, he moved over, then dropped to his knees beside Bel. Already her face was wet from Jane’s stickiness, and as he found her eyes, she stared back vacantly.
“Is this part of your plan?” he asked.
She reached up and pulled his head forward with more strength than he would’ve guessed and said, “Help me. And behave just enough so that she doesn’t do something stupid.”
“Like step on us?”
“Exactly.”
He didn’t think Jane would do such a thing, but then again, did she seem like the kind of gal who would shrink someone? Either way, he started to kiss her clit alongside Bel, sometimes kissing her as well. They tried to stay apart, for such an activity was likely to anger the giantess. While Jason worked on Jane’s clitoral hood, Bel worked on the clit itself, massaging it variously with her tongue and her fingers.
But one look back told Jason that she wasn’t paying attention. Her eyes were shut, her hands across her breasts with her nipples squeezed between her fingers. She was biting her bottom lip, trapping the moan and punctuating it with short little bursts of air. In just a few minutes, they could feel the rise in body temperature, and the heat wavered off her skin like the sun on asphalt.
Her moans picked up when she used two fingers to press on their backs, driving their faces harder against the clit. Jason had no choice but the kiss it, and as his arms went wide and attempted to lift him up, he grabbed Bel’s hand and interlaced his fingers in hers. They continued to service the big lady this way until she opened her eyes and noticed.
“Aww. That’s so sweet,” she said, voice thick with sarcasm. “You two are just made for each other. When this is over, you’ll be sharing a dollhouse, although I haven’t bought one yet. So I suppose it’ll be my underwear drawer until then.”
None of them spoke for a long time. Although he’d never mention it to Bel, Jason knew how long it took Jane to get warmed up for sex. He often spent twice as much time with his face between her legs than he spent using his dick. She continued to tug at her own nipples and her heat continued to rise. Eventually she pulled her pets up to them, keeping their bodies enclosed in her fingers. Jason stared at Bel across the span of the giantess’s chest and watched as she kissed the rock-hard nipple. He did the same, not wanting to infuriate the big lady.
Both tiny people thought they were going to die when Jane rolled over and pinned them beneath her breasts. Jason screamed out, sure that he was going to suffer broken bones but once again, Bel remained calm, as if she were in total control.
“I bet I can get you off now,” she told Jason, her tongue passing across his body. It was an inside joke that he was difficult to bring to orgasm through oral sex. But as her lips parted and she placed her tongue against his cock, he felt himself going rigid. She wasted no time in maneuvering him between her lips, for that was as far as his dick could reach. And then, the gentle suction that made his eyes cross.
His hands reached back and tapped her thumb, and that’s when he discovered that Bel wasn’t watching—she was on her back. With her free hand, Jane rubbed a finger between the shrunken woman’s legs, eliciting a moan halfway between pleasure and anger. She tried to fight the finger, but she may as well have been trying to stop a tree trunk from swishing back and forth.
When Jane finally brought the little lady to orgasm, Bel’s face barely showed pleasure—it was mostly anger. She didn’t like that she was enjoying herself so much. Jason, on the other hand, couldn’t help but have fun. A moment after Bel’s glorious orgasm, his body knotted up and he fired his load into Jane’s mouth, tiny and pathetic as it was.
Jane rolled back over, hands scooping up the tiny people. She lay on her back and held them up, suspended as if they were flying. Then she brought them back to her stomach and danced them around as if they were action figures. Jason could see into the girl’s past, and was sure that she treated her dolls the same way when she was a child.
She rubbed Bel against her breast, pushing the girl in a circular motion around the nipple. Each time, Jane’s mouth fell open and she gave into the pleasure a little bit more. After that, she placed Jason on her stomach, then carefully dragged him down until he was against her labia. She was so hot and wet—her stickiness clinging to every inch of him. She kept the rhythm up, grinding Bel against her nipple and the tiny man against her pussy. Each pass made her wetter and wetter.
Jane continued to generate heat until Jason was so hot that he didn’t mind when she spread herself open and slipped him inside, head first. For a moment, it was cooler—her insides nowhere near as hot as the friction outside—but that changed rather quickly when her muscles descended. She was so tight—for the first time ever. He felt so small and insignificant.
Her fingers entered behind, twisted around his ankle, and jerked him back out. For some reason his fight-or-flight instinct took over and he found himself crawling back in, using his fingers to pull him along the slick surface. And each time he made progress, she pulled him again. The rocking of her body, the tightening of her muscles, could only be her deep belly laughs.
When the game was about to be too much for the tiny man’s lungs, the love tunnel stopped quivering—the proverbial calm before the storm—and then he was gushing out. Jason protected his head because his neck was whipped back so hard by a torrent of juices. His body went from being boiling hot to cool as the outside air licked his skin. And after he recovered and cleared his eyes, he found Bel standing just in front of him, also covered in the giantess’s juices. Jane had placed her in the line of fire so that both ended up drenched.
Together they turned and looked up at the goddess who only laughed and chewed the end of her finger. She winked and said, “We’re just getting started, little people.”
***
And the games hardly ended there.
Jane was supposed to work the following day but she didn’t go. They assumed she called in sick, but she really wanted a full, uninterrupted day with her tiny pets. She made them watch her shower, the whole time fearing they would drown beneath her body. After that, she bathed them in the sink and fed them crackers. Whenever they tried to talk, she silenced them by placing them in a compromising spot.
She was obsessed with her feet and their beauty. Both Jason and Bel spent half the day just tending to her soles, something that made their little bodies tired after reaching up for so long. The most difficult part was changing the color because the polish stripper made them both queasy.
For the most part, Jane wanted a sounding board. She loved to hear herself talk. She often modeled clothes and asked for opinions, then listened to none of the advice. When she received the call that she was to replace Laura Divine, she was overjoyed. She was a beautiful, radiant girl when she was happy and Jason had to avert his eyes quite often to keep Bel placated. The shrunken woman wasn’t happy, but then again, why should she be?
That night, Jane lay down on her stomach and told the tiny people to massage her back. Jason wanted to go straight for the ass but thought it would cause problems with Bel. As Jane became lost in some sort of true crime television show, Bel’s spirits seemed to lift. She was marching across the giantess’s tense, knotted back, but she had a smile on her face. Her eyes kept drifting over to the window, and to the cloudy night sky beyond it.
“That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile,” he whispered to her, but it didn’t matter—Jane had slipped off to sleep.
“Because I’m getting back at this bitch. I don’t know how she did it. I don’t know where she got that kind of tech. But she’s not the only one who possesses magic.”
And just when she said the words, her eyes began to glow a brilliant shade of red. Her hair lifted, as if she were underwater. Jason stopped moving, but quickly started again for fear that the giantess would wake.
“What aren’t you telling me?” he whispered.
She smiled. “I come from a long line of . . . let’s call them gypsies. It isn’t an accident that I’m so beautiful. I am . . . magically enhanced from my head to my toes.” And as she said this, she squeezed her toes together.
“I’m not buying it,” he said, despite her eyes giving off a fiery, otherworldly glow.
“And that’s fine. But stay quiet during this next part.” She looked at the window and now the full moon was creeping past the clouds, its silvery light falling across Bel’s face. She closed her eyes, smiled, and then knelt down and put her hands on Jane’s back.
For a moment, Jason didn’t know what was happening. But then a soft, silver glow surrounded Bel. The ground started to shake, Jane made a little moan, and then he realized what was happening.
The giantess was beginning to shrink . . .
“Fuck yeah!” said Jason, and then he cupped his hands because he knew she needed silence. He jumped to the side and landed on the bed, fearful that his increased weight would wake her. But while Jane shrank, Bel got larger, and now he was staring at a colossal woman and another who was currently triple his size.
When the two women were almost equal size, what Jason guessed was about three feet tall, Bel straddled her body and held her down. Now, Jane was starting to stir, feeling the bed shift beneath her. She woke with a start and attempted to roll over but by then it was too late. The difference was too great, as Bel continued to get larger and that’s when Jason made the discovery. Bel wasn’t returning herself to normal size. She was stealing Jane’s mass.
“No, stop it! Stop it!” Jane screamed, but it was muffled because by now she was small enough to fit beneath Bel’s palm.
When the giantess lifted it away and Jane got to her feet, Jason was standing right behind her. Bel swung around to trap the former giantess with her legs. When Jane turned and saw her lover, she screamed and dropped to her knees.
“Looks like you’re fucked now, sweetheart,” he said, and glanced up at his giantess. Bel winked and rested her chin on her hand and watched the frantic girl struggle to come to terms with her new size.
Bel giggled as she saw the look of fear spread across the tiny woman’s face. She savored the moment. Then picking Jane up and holding her close to her face, she spoke, her breath blowing back tiny Jane’s blonde locks…
“You know what they say, little lady: Turnabout is fair play. Better summon your strength ‘cause it’s going to be a long, long night!”
Copyright 2022. Amber Collins. All Rights Reserved.
Comments
Amber Collins
Thank you, Chip! I enjoyed this one so much. There may be more to it in the future 🤐
Chip
Fantastic story! I love a good rivalry and a good switcheroo at the end that puts the aggressor in their place! Combining those two... 😍
Amber Collins
Thanks! I'm kind of partial to it ;)
Nick
What a lovely story! Thanks for this Amber!
