The Inheritance
by Zotster
Paul was growing impatient.
He sat in the office of attorney Ben Wilcox, waiting for the lawyer to arrive.
He was already 10 minutes late. Sitting in a chair next to him was his
stepsister, Janet. Paul was not happy about that, either.
He first met Janet when he was 15, a few months after his father began dating
her mother. His natural mother died shortly after he was born, so he never knew
her, and he was happy his father had finally found someone new. At the time,
Janet was just 6 years old - a fairly typical little girl. At first, Paul
thought it was nice to have a potential kid sister around, but in the years to
come that would change.
His father and her mother married a year later, and the four of them began life
together as a happy family. But in just a few months, Janet's mother developed
breast cancer which quickly spread to her lungs and throughout her body before
the doctors could stop it.
For six long months his stepmother suffered while his father took care of her.
When she died, the life seemed to leave the entire household.
Then things began to change. Suddenly, his father started pampering his new kid
sister, giving her everything she asked for. At the same time, he practically
ignored Paul, except to yell at him for every little thing he did wrong.
The worst part was, every time he wanted to go somewhere fun with his friends,
his father would insist he bring Janet and her friends along. Unfortunately,
Paul had no choice if he wanted to use his father's car. He felt so embarrassed
going to the movies or an amusement park with his 8-year-old sister and her
friends. He resented it, and he took that resentment out on Janet.
The two fought constantly over the next year, and Paul broke many of her toys
out of spite. For her part, she never missed an opportunity to embarrass him in
front of his friends. And of course, his father always took Janet's side.
As soon as Paul graduated from high school he left town, leaving his father and
stepsister far behind - he no longer wanted any part of them. Years later he
tried to call them, hoping to reconcile, but was greeted by a loud click at the
other end of the line.
Now he was 28, working as a public relations specialist for IBM. He had settled
in New Hampshire and made a good life for himself. He was getting pretty serious
with his girlfriend, Leah, and planned to ask her to marry him soon.
He and his stepsister had been called to attorney Wilcox's office because his
father had died from a stroke a few days before. At the funeral he saw Janet for
the first time in 10 years, but she just ignored him. Now they sat together,
waiting for their father's will to be read.
They sat in silence, but glancing over, Paul couldn't help but notice his kid
sister had become an incredibly sexy woman. Her long, luscious legs met under a
tight black miniskirt which provided just a hint of her upper thighs, and her
ample breasts pushed forward a white blouse. Her long blond hair cascaded past
her neck, framing a truly lovely face.
Yet despite it all, Paul could only feel resentment and anger toward his
would-be sister. He couldn't wait to be out of that office.
Finally the door opened and Mr. Wilcox walked in.
"Hello Janet, Paul," he said. "This will just take a minute."
Paul leaned forward in anticipation.
"I have read through your father's will and to sum it up succinctly, he has left
his entire estate to Janet. I'm sorry, Paul."
Paul felt like all the air had just been knocked out of him in a single blow.
Everything? She gets everything?!! he thought. He felt like he was going to
vomit. He looked over, and his sister just gave him a smug smile.
That did it. Paul had had enough. He jumped out of his chair, storming out of
the room.
"Son, wait," Mr. Wilcox called after him, but Paul just slammed the door behind
him.
* * *
A couple days later, Paul had returned to his home in New Hampshire, certain he
would never see Janet again. Leah had been a comfort, telling him everything
would be alright. Resting in her embrace, her beautiful body against his, he had
no trouble believing her.
When the phone rang, he was hesitant to get up.
"I'll get it," Leah offered.
Paul admired her sexy walk as she strode toward the phone, her petite ass
swaying back and forth. Her lovely brown hair bounced around her shoulders.
"Hello," she said, answering the phone. She turned toward him, her left arm
folded beneath her pretty breasts. Paul knew tonight would be a good night.
"Paul ... it's Janet," Leah said, in her face a look of concern.
Suddenly it seemed like a fist slammed into Paul's gut. "What the hell does she
want?" he demanded.
"I think you better talk to her," Leah said.
Paul reluctantly got up and took the phone from her.
"What the hell do you want?" he repeated into the phone.
"Paul ... I'm sorry," he heard his stepsister say. "I'm sorry I refused to talk
to you at the funeral, and I'm sorry about all that happened between us so long
ago. Look, we're both grownups now, can't we put this behind us? I really don't
need all of father's stuff, I was hoping we could share."
Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"You really think we can just kiss and make up after all these years?" he said
sarcastically. "I don't want any of dad's stuff. I just want you out of my
life!"
"Paul, please," Janet begged. "It doesn't have to be like this. We're family.
Why don't you just come down to the old house for a few days, and we can talk
things through. Father has a lot of stuff here, and we can sort through it."
Paul could feel himself beginning to soften a little bit. Then Leah put her hand
on his shoulder. She had been listening in on the conversation.
"Paul, I think you should go," Leah said.
"Hon, you really think so?" he asked.
"She's right, you're family - like it or not," Leah said. "She's the only family
you have left. Give her a chance."
Paul gave in. He could never resist Leah, especially when he knew she was right.
"Okay Janet," he said into the phone. "I'll come."
* * *
He made the five-hour trip to Connecticut the next day alone. It was a Friday
and he had taken the day off, but Leah had an important meeting that day, so she
told him she'd meet him there tomorrow. The whole way down Paul thought about
turning back, and even as he hesitantly touched the doorbell to his old home, he
considered leaving.
But when Janet opened the door, she eagerly greeted him with a big hug,
exclaiming, "I'm so glad you came!"
Paul followed her in, and once again couldn't help but notice how beautiful his
now 19-year-old stepsister had become. She was barefoot, wearing just a skimpy
pair of red shorts and a white T-shirt cut off just below her jutting breasts.
He idly wondered if she had anything on underneath, then quickly dismissed the
thought.
"I know you've wanted nothing to do with me for the past 10 years," Janet
explained, "but after I heard father's will read, I came back to this house and
realized I was all alone. You're the closest thing to family I have left, and
I'd like for us to become friends."
Once again, Paul was at a loss for words. The turnabout inhis stepsister's
attitude had come so suddenly. Could they really be like family again?
"Well," he said, "I guess we can try. Maybe we could forget the past and start
over again."
Janet gave him another hug and said, "I know we're going to be very close before
you know it. Why don't you come down with me and see what I found in the
basement?"
She grabbed Paul's hand and led him toward the cellar door.
"What do you mean ‘found?'" he asked.
"Well, daddy used to keep a special room in the basement where he did a lot of
his work for the company," she explained. "He never let me in there and kept it
locked all the time. It wasn't until after I inherited this place that I finally
got my hands on the key."
She led him down the stairs and through the cellar to a steel door. Taking a key
from her hip pocket she unlocked it, leading him inside. The room was filled
with various computer equipment and other gadgets Paul couldn't identify. In one
corner, near much of the equipment, was what looked like a vault of some kind.
Janet led him there and pulled back a thick steel bar that held the door to the
vault closed. "Take a look inside," she said.
Paul poked his head through the door. The entire interior of the small vault was
white, and there was a strange-looking steel box on the ceiling in each corner
of the room.
But it was what was on the floor of the vault that caught his eye. It looked
like - could it possibly be? - a solid gold brick.
"Janet, is that what I think it is?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "It's solid gold, and worth a fortune. That's what I wanted to
share with you!"
Paul was dumbfounded. He slowly stepped into the vault, reaching down to pick up
the gold. Suddenly he heard the door slam behind him, and the sound of the
locking bar being shoved back into place.
Dropping the gold, he turned around and began pounding on the door. "Janet, what
are you doing? Let me out of here!" he yelled, not knowing if she could even
hear him through the thick door.
Outside, Janet had begun warming up the equipment. She did indeed hear Paul's
faint yells, but offered no response. She stood near a console that displayed a
variety of readouts, but had her eyes focused on a large red light. When that
light turned green, she pulled down on a set a levers just below it.
Inside the vault, Paul began to feel his skin tingle, then get warm. In seconds
he felt like he was on fire and he screamed in agony as it felt like his whole
body was being torn apart. Then everything got black.
* * *
Paul felt like he was swimming in a sea of blackness, slowly struggling to get
to the surface. As his senses began to return he felt himself lying face-down on
a cold floor. He couldn't quite summon the will to open his eyes.
Then he heard a loud noise, followed by an intense pounding that shook the floor
he was lying on. When the pounding stopped, he turned his head to the side and
opened one eye. He saw some kind of gigantic, curved pinkish object right before
his face. He lifted his head a little and saw four other objects just like the
first, only smaller.
With a sudden jolt of realization he sat bolt upright, then tilted his head
back, back, back ...
The pink objects, which he now realized were toes, connected with a foot that
appeared to be 16 feet long. The foot - feet, he noticed - in turn led to a pair
of nicely curved legs that met under a red canopy some 70 feet above. Looking up
further, he saw a gigantic fleshy wall from which a pair of white-covered hills
jutted out. Above those hills, some 140 feet up, he saw his stepsister's
gigantic eyes staring down at him.
"SURPRISE, LITTLE BRO," her voice boomed out.
In shock, Paul began crawling backwards across the cold steel floor. He bumped
into the tiny gold bar he held earlier. Above, Janet slowly lifted her foot and
brought it gently down over his body. "JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING,
LITTLE MAN?" she inquired.
Her toes covered Paul up to his chest. He could tell she was being gentle -
after all, he wasn't dead - but still her enormous weight was making it hard for
him to breathe. Looking up at her, he couldn't believe how she towered over him.
He started trying to push away her toes, and having no success, began to pound
on them.
"CAREFUL, LITTLE BRO, I'M TICKLISH. WOULDN'T WANT ME TO LOSE MY BALANCE, WOULD
YOU?" Janet asked, giggling.
Her warm skin pressed down on him slightly. My God, Paul thought. She could
crush me under her foot and never feel it.
She finally removed her foot from his body, but then Paul saw her lean over,
reaching for him. Her hand engulfed him from chest to toe as he was pulled from
the floor at a dizzying speed and brought to a level just below her face.
"I TOLD YOU, WE'RE GOING TO BE VERY CLOSE," she said.
She carried him out of the vault and set him on the computer console. Then she
began flipping switches and turning knobs.
"What ... what have you done to me?" Paul stammered.
"HAVEN'T YOU FIGURED IT OUT YET? I'VE TURNED YOU INTO A TOY FOR MY AMUSEMENT.
YOU'RE ONLY 3 INCHES TALL!"
Paul felt like an ice bomb went off in his stomach. Three inches? It's not
possible, he thought, but he couldn't deny what his eyes were seeing. Above the
console, Janet rose up like a 140-foot giantess.
"CAN'T EXPLAIN ALL THE HOWS," Janet said, "BUT BASICALLY THIS MACHINE
DECONSTRUCTS ATOMS, CONVERTING THEM TO A TYPE OF ENERGY. THAT ENERGY CAN THEN BE
CONVERTED BACK INTO ATOMS AND MOLECULES - AT FULL SIZE OR A REDUCED SIZE. YOU,
LITTLE BRO, HAVE BEEN REDUCED."
"C-Can you make me big again?" Paul asked.
"WATCH," Janet replied.
Paul saw her push up on some levers and heard a loud humming coming from the
vault. When it stopped, Janet opened the door and stepped in. She came out
holding the gold brick Paul had discovered earlier. It had been returned to its
original size.
"I THINK DADDY USED THIS GOLD TO EXPERIMENT WITH," she explained. "WHEN AN
OBJECT IS REDUCED, THE EXCESS ENERGY IS SAVED AND CAN BE USED TO MAKE IT NORMAL
SIZE AGAIN. BUT IN YOUR CASE ..."
Janet turned another knob, pressing a button just below it. Across the room, in
a glass chamber, Paul saw several flashes of blue light, like electricity.
"THE EXCESS ENERGY CAN ALSO BE DISCARDED, MAKING THE OBJECT PERMANENTLY TINY,"
Janet concluded, looking down at Paul with an evil smirk on her face.
Paul felt his heart start to race. "What have you done? My God, you couldn't
have!"
"YES, LITTLE BRO. THERE'S NO HOPE FOR YOU NOW. YOU'RE GOING TO BE A TINY, TINY
LITTLE MAN FOR THE REST OF YOUR PITIFUL LIFE!" * * *
Paul felt his entire body shaking with freight as he tried to comprehend what
had happened to him. Above, Janet began to slowly lift up her T-shirt. "NOW
WE'RE GONNA HAVE SOME FUN, LITTLE BRO," she said.
Paul looked up and saw her pull the shirt over her head, then reach behind her
back to unclasp her bra. The bra dropped to the floor and he felt his jaw drop
as two enormous breasts, many times his own size, popped into view.
Janet reached out and grabbed him gently, leaving him in her open palm as she
lifted it just below her right nipple. Paul couldn't believe where he was and
what he was seeing. He was actually sitting in his stepsister's palm, face to
face with a nipple a foot long.
"START SUCKING, LITTLE MAN" she demanded.
Something inside his gut twisted around, and Paul felt his fear slowly turn into
anger. His sister was actually treating him like some kind of tiny pet slave.
Did she really think he'd go along with it? "Screw you!" he yelled, and began
pounding on her breast with his tiny fists.
Janet looked at him and giggled. His efforts actually felt good, and he looked
really silly fighting off a breast that could easily smother him. As much as she
enjoyed it, she realized his actions couldn't go unpunished.
"WELL LITTLE BRO, I'M AFRAID YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO LEARN A HARD LESSON," she
said, carrying him out of the room. Paul watched her breasts bounce up and down
as she jogged up the stairs, then she walked into what he recognized as the main
bathroom.
"TIME FOR A SWIM!" she said as she let go of him. He fell what seemed to be 80
feet before splashing into a big pool of water. He swam to the surface and
looked around, seeing white porcelain walls on all sides. He looked up and saw
Janet grinning down at him over her still naked breasts. Then she turned around
and dropped her shorts and panties. Paul saw her gargantuan ass come down to
rest on the seat high above his head.
Suddenly he began to wish he had sucked her tit after all.
Janet let loose with a stream of piss that warmed the water he was swimming in
and left him gasping for air. Some got in his mouth and he started gagging.
When it was over he looked up to see his stepsister pulling up her shorts. "HOPE
YOU CAN TREAD WATER FOR AWHILE," she said. "NOW I'M GOING TO GET RID OF YOUR
CAR. I WOULDN'T WANT ANYONE TO FIND IT HERE IF THEY COME LOOKING FOR YOU."
With that she closed the lid over him, and he was left in darkness. Paul
struggled to keep his head above the piss-filled water, and began shedding his
clothes to make it easier to swim. His clothes sank to the bottom of the bowl as
he treaded water in just his underwear.
It seemed like an eternity before Janet returned, and by that time Paul was
fighting just to keep his nose above the surface. She looked down at him with
the same annoying smirk she used so often.
"HMMM ... I'M NOT SURE I WANT TO PLAY WITH YOU ANY MORE," she said. "I THINK
I'LL JUST GET RID OF YOU." With that, she reached out and placed her hand on the
flush handle.
Paul looked up in sheer terror. She was going to flush him like a dead goldfish!
He swam to the side of the bowl and clawed his hands against the bowl in a
futile attempt to gain a grip on the smooth porcelain. "No! Please! Janet
don't!" he screamed.
The smirk returned as she said, "THEN AGAIN, MAYBE YOU'VE LEARNED YOUR LESSON
AFTER ALL. READY FOR SOME FUN?"
"Yes Janet, please!" Paul said.
"ALL RIGHT THEN, IF YOU INSIST!" she replied. "BUT FIRST, FINISH STRIPPING."
Paul hesitated, and Janet reached for the handle again. Then he quickly stripped
off his underwear, and it too sank to the bottom of the bowl.
Janet lowered a small thread into the bowl, and Paul wrapped it around his hands
and was lifted from the bowl into the sink. Then Janet flushed the bowl and
slowly turned on the water in the sink so he could wash up.
Once done she picked him up in her hand, placing him against her right breast.
As he struggled for a grip on her T-shirt she said, "HANG ON TIGHT LITTLE BRO!"
She walked out of the bathroom into the hallway, striding into the bedroom at
the end of the hall. Paul was bounced up and down with each step, and quickly
lost his grip. When she entered the bedroom he fell, landing with a small bounce
on a vast bed.
"OOPS, JUST MADE IT," Janet said. Then she again pulled off her T-shirt - she
was still wearing no bra - and dropped her red shorts, followed ever so slowly
by her soft pink panties. She stood before him, legs slightly apart, and Paul
could see her enormous labia already glistening with moisture.
"PARTY TIME!" she said and turned to sit on the bed. Her enormous ass just
missed Paul as he backed away, and the bounce from her landing sent him falling
backwards. She backed up a little, and he slid into the depression her weight
made in the bed, bumping into her left buttock. Her ass loomed high above him,
leading up to the enormous fleshy wall of her back. Far up, Paul could see her
blonde hair bouncing with her giggles.
"OOOH, YOU FEEL SO GOOD BACK THERE. START RUBBING!" she demanded.
Paul began to massage her buttock as best he could. Although the skin felt
smooth and soft, his little hands could do little more than caress the
mountainous flesh.
"I WANNA FEEL YOUR TONGUE," Janet said. "ON BOTH CHEEKS!"
Paul obeyed, licking the sweat off her rear, moving behind her to cover both
sides. High above he could hear her moans of pleasure.
Then she turned around and lifted him from the bed as she lay down on it. She
gently placed him on her upper chest, just above her right breast.
"CLIMB UP AND START SUCKING," she ordered. This time he knew enough not to
disobey. Still, he struggled to get a grip on her breast, and couldn't manage to
get on top of it. The nipple remained several feet over his head as he stood in
the valley of her cleavage.
"OH WELL, LOOKS LIKE YOU NEED HELP," she said, lifting him to the top. There he
did as he was told, stroking and sucking as best he could on the nipple until it
became rock hard - and despite his anger and embarrassment, he did too.
Eventually he began rubbing his dick against the soft flesh of her breast, and
it wasn't long before he shot his load of semen onto her.
Janet looked down as she felt the tiny drop hit her breast, and began giggling
again, causing Paul to fall off.
"GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING THIS," she said, "BUT I THINK I NEED MORE DIRECT
STIMULATION."
With that she slowly sat up, and Paul began rolling down her stomach, landing at
last in her fluffy blonde bush. He tried to stand, but she poked him with her
finger so that he landed between her legs. He looked from side to side at the
vast walls of flesh surrounding him, then ahead in horror at the gargantuan
pussy now directly in front of him.
He turned to run, but bumped into Janet's hand as it came up behind him. "IN YOU
GO, LITTLE BRO!" she laughed.
She pushed him past her outer lips, rubbing his face and chest against her clit.
Paul reached out his hands and grabbed it, hoping to steady himself, but his
efforts only caused Janet to moan in excited pleasure and rub him even harder
against herself.
Paul could feel a wetness flowing past his legs, and then without warning, Janet
plunged him headfirst between her giant labia. Struggling in the darkness, Paul
gasped for air, but found little. Instead, he gulped down mouthfuls of his
stepsister's juices as they began to flow ever faster.
Strongly aroused by her stepbrother's helplessness as much as anything, Janet
could feel her vaginal muscles begin to squeeze Paul as her orgasm hit. She
stimulated her own clit, riding the first orgasm into the second, and then the
third. Finally her brother's unconscious body was washed out of hers, but she
didn't even notice as she lay back her head and closed her eyes. * * *
Paul awoke much later. He had no idea how long he'd been unconscious, but he
figured it had to be at least a few hours. Fighting to ignore the worst headache
of his life, along with assorted other pains, he looked around to find his
stepsister's enormous thighs still looming over him.
The stickiness all over his body caused Paul to remember the way Janet's vagina
had squeezed the consciousness from him as he struggled inside of her. He didn't
know how he had escaped that horrible death, but he knew he wanted to get as far
away from her as possible.
He still couldn't believe what he had been reduced to. Just a few hours ago he
had been a happy man with plans for the future. Now he was just some kind of sex
toy for his stepsister, to be used and discarded at her whims. There had to be
some way to escape, he thought, but at his size, where could he possibly go?
As he pondered his situation, Paul felt the bed begin to shake, and knew Janet
must be waking up. After a few minutes she sat up in bed, looking down at him.
"WELL, LITTLE BRO, LOOKS LIKE WE BOTH COULD USE A BATH. YOU'LL WANT TO BE NICE
AND CLEAN BEFORE MY FRIENDS ARRIVE," she said.
Paul was unnerved by that statement. "Friends? What friends? What do you mean?"
he asked.
"YOU REMEMBER JOANNA AND MICHELLE, DON'T YOU? YOU WERE KIND ENOUGH TO BRING US
TO THE AMUSEMENT PARK WITH YOU, AND THEN JUST LEFT US THERE ALL ALONE UNTIL WE
STARTED CRYING, AND DADDY HAD TO COME AND PICK US UP," Janet recalled. "I TOLD
THEM ALL ABOUT YOUR ‘LITTLE' VISIT, AND THEY'RE VERY ANXIOUS TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"
Paul's mind raced, and he felt the now familiar cold bomb of fear go off in his
stomach. Joanna and Michelle? Oh my God! Now I'm going to have to deal with
three giant women, and they all hate me! he thought, panicking. What would they
do with him?
"NOW LET'S GET CLEANED UP," Janet said.
She lifted Paul in her hand and carried him back into the bathroom where he had
his swimming lesson earlier. She placed him on the side of the tub, plugged the
drain and turned on the water, testing with her hand to make sure it was the
right temperature.
Paul couldn't help but admire the length of her body from his position as she
stretched up to grab a box of bubble bath from a shelf. He saw her breasts swing
down freely over him as she leaned over to pour some in the tub, her knees just
above his head.
As the tub filled with bubbly water, Janet sat on the toilet to relieve herself.
Looking at Paul standing on the tub in front of her, she asked, "NEED TO GO,
HON?"
Though nervous, Paul admitted that he did, in fact, need to urinate rather
badly, and Janet picked him up and placed him standing on the toilet seat
between her legs.
Paul could feel his bladder straining, but as he once again found himself
staring straight at a vulva twice his size, just a couple inches from him, he
found it impossible to relax enough to relieve himself.
Noting his reluctance, Janet inquired, "WHAT'S THE MATTER LITTLE BRO, BASHFUL
BLADDER?" She laughed and carefully got up from the seat, leaving him standing
there. "I'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR A MINUTE THEN." She left the room, and after a
few seconds Paul was able to relieve himself.
Janet returned with a small radio which she turned on to one of her favorite
stations, then picked up Paul from the toilet and again placed him on the side
of the tub. She flushed the toilet, and by that time the tub had been filled to
her satisfaction.
She slowly stepped into the tub over Paul's head, and he again found himself
admiring her immense form as it moved over him. Slowly she settled into the tub,
the bubbles pressing all around her. She sat so her breasts were just below the
surface of the water, out of sight beneath the bubbles.
"JUMP IN," she ordered her stepbrother.
Again Paul hesitated (he would have to learn to stop doing that), and Janet
flicked him into the water with her left hand. Paul plunged deep into the water,
and when he came up, all he could see around him were the white bubbles.
"HMMM, WHERE DID MY TINY LITTLE BROTHER GO?" he heard Janet ask from somewhere
overhead.
Suddenly he felt something huge brush against his legs, and he was just able to
take a breath before he was pulled back underwater. He couldn't open his eyes,
but trapped in Janet's giant hand, he felt himself being rubbed like a bar of
soap up and down her legs, against her stomach and finally against her crotch
before she let go. He thought his lungs would burst before he finally broke the
surface to the sound of her booming laughter.
She had cleared the bubbles from immediately in front of herself, and Paul could
see her smiling face above him. Then she turned her attention to herself,
rubbing a real bar of soap against her chest and breasts as she sat up higher.
As Paul was admiring her soapy breasts from what he thought was a safe distance,
she leaned forward and dunked them into the water on top of his head. The mass
of her breasts knocked Paul back underwater, and he sputtered as he surfaced a
few moments later.
Then he saw Janet lean back until the water covered her neck, and her long right
leg broke the surface next to him. Her immense but beautiful thigh rose from the
water to her knee high above. She pulled the knee close to her chest and
lathered the length of her shapely leg as Paul watched. Then she repeated the
process with her left leg.
When she was done she just closed her eyes, relaxing as she soaked, while Paul
struggled to tread the soapy water between her thighs, which were still sticking
above the water.
After about 15 minutes Janet got up and carried Paul out of the tub with her,
placing him on the sink as she toweled off. He stood there shivering until she
was done, and then she pressed the towel against him from all sides to dry him.
She wrapped the towel around herself, placing Paul in her cleavage as she walked
back to the bedroom.
Taking off the towel, Janet dropped him on the bed as she began selecting what
clothes she wanted to wear that night. Paul watched until she covered herself
with a pair of silky pink panties, then drifted off to sleep as he lay
exhausted. * * *
Michelle couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Janet had explained to her and Joanna what she had done to Paul, but she still
wasn't prepared for the reality of the situation. She looked down at the tiny
human form on the bed, and just couldn't get her mind to accept the fact that it
was really Janet's older brother.
Joanna seemed much more eager. Her excitement was obvious as she kneeled down by
the bed, gently stroking the tiny body. She began gently blowing on the small
form, and he started to move.
"Good morning, little man," Joanna said, bending forward to gently lick his
body.
Paul woke up quickly and began crawling backwards across the bed when he saw
Joanna's giant face hovering over him. She began giggling, and Michelle couldn't
help but feel a tingling between her own legs as she watched the tiny man cower
from Joanna's playful antics.
"Janet says you want to play with us," Joanna said. Then she bent forward again,
catching Paul in her mouth and lifting him from the bed.
"Careful, Joanna, I don't want him damaged," Janet said from across the room.
"Yes, please Joanna, don't hurt him," Michelle said.
Although she couldn't deny her own sexual excitement at the situation, Michelle
felt sorry for Paul. He didn't deserve what happened to him. Sure, he had been
mean to them at times - she remembered the incident at the amusement park just
as well as Janet - but when he wasn't fighting with his stepsister, he had been
very nice.
Michelle could remember the many times he had bought the three girls ice cream,
even without his father's urging. One time she fell off her bike while they were
playing, and Paul had comforted her as best he could, cleaning and bandaging her
cuts, wiping away her tears and even giving her a quick kiss on the forehead
that made her feel warm inside. Another time two boys began teasing her as she
walked home from school alone, and when Paul happened to drive by he chased the
boys away and gave her a ride home.
Even now, looking down at Paul's tiny body, Michelle felt warm inside
remembering that innocent kiss.
But Joanna seemed eager to torment the little man. She sucked him into her
mouth, rolling him around on her tongue before spitting him back out onto the
bed. Then she pulled the straps of her dark green dress over her shoulders,
pulling it down past her breasts, then removing her bra so their immensity was
exposed to Paul's view. She then bent over the bed, smothering him under her
right breast.
Only at Janet's urgings did she finally lift her breasts off the bed, allowing
Paul to breathe again. Then she picked him up and lifted the bottom of her short
dress, placing him high inside her nylons, against her inner thigh. She lowered
the dress again and put her bra and top back on.
"Hmmm ... he feels so good there!" Joanna said. "Let's party!"
She ran into the living room with Paul struggling against her thigh, then put
one of her favorite CDs in the stereo and turned up the volume. As she danced,
her dark hair flew from side to side, and her breasts jiggled in the low-cut
dress. Occasionally the bottom of her dress bounced up high enough for Michelle
to catch a glimpse of Paul struggling against her nicely curved leg.
Janet joined in the dance, moving as well as she could in her tight black
leather miniskirt.
Michelle sighed and sat on the couch. She had always been the shy one of the
group, and often felt insecure about her own looks around her two beautiful
friends. Still she had no shortage of men chasing after her, attracted to her
dirty blonde hair, petite breasts and slender body. And even she thought the
tight jeans she wore accented her well-curved ass nicely.
She grew more concerned about Paul, and hoped he wasn't suffering too badly
against Joanna's thigh. Still, she was too shy to want to risk putting an end to
her friends' fun.
Joanna and Janet danced through two more songs, then joined Michelle on the
couch.
"How's my little bro doing?" Janet asked.
Joanna hiked up her dress and discovered the little man had slipped halfway down
to her knee. She unclasped the nylon and rolled it down, letting Paul drop to
the floor. As she replaced the nylon she removed her high-heeled shoes and began
to playfully roll him around on the floor with her foot. Michelle looked down
and saw his eyes bulging in terror, heard his faint panicked screams.
She had to put a stop to it, but how? Then inspiration struck.
"Okay, you've played with him long enough, Joanna," Michelle said. "Now it's my
turn."
"Oh, all right," Joanna said reluctantly, gently (for her) kicking Paul in
Michelle's direction so he landed by her right foot in its open-toed sandal.
Michelle looked down at him and saw him begin to cry in terror as he looked up
at the long expanse of her body above him.
"Um, I'd like to do this in private, if you don't mind," Michelle suggested.
Janet and Joanna started giggling. "Sure, have a blast!" Janet said. "Remember,
just don't hurt him! And bring him back in about an hour - no more. We still
have a lot of fun planned for him ourselves!"
Michelle nodded in agreement and lifted Paul off the floor, cradling him against
her thin white blouse as she moved into the bedroom.
He was sobbing by the time she placed him gently on the bed, sitting on the
floor next to it. He tried to scamper away, but Michelle surrounded him with her
hands.
"It's okay Paul, I'm not going to hurt you," she said. "I just wanted to get you
away from Joanna before she did."
Paul looked up at her, still fearful. "H-help me, p-please," she heard him
stammer.
Despite herself, Michelle couldn't help but feel the familiar tingle of
excitement from between her legs as she realized how helpless Paul was, how
totally in her control.
She began to stroke him ever so gently with her fingertip, caressing his chest,
his legs, his head. He cringed at first, but then began to relax under her
touch.
"It's okay little guy, I'll protect you as well as I can," she cooed. "Mind if I
lie down next to you?"
Paul looked up in fright at first, but seeing the gentle expression on her face,
he nodded in agreement. "O-okay. I couldn't stop you."
"I know that, but I want you to know I'm your friend, and I will never hurt
you," she said. With that, she moved around the bed and slowly lay down from the
other side. She continued stroking him with her finger.
Unexpectedly, Paul got up and walked over next to her, reaching up to place his
hand where her breast pushed forward her blouse. "Thank you for being so kind to
me," she heard his tiny voice say. "I just wish I was big enough to hug you."
"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about that," Michelle said. "I wish there
was, but Janet shrunk you for good. There's no way to bring you back."
"But Paul, I really do like you," she continued. "Would it be so bad if I were
to hold you against me?"
Paul looked into her eyes, a look of resignation in his face. "Sure, if you want
to," he said.
Excited, Michelle unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, then took off her bra,
revealing her petite breasts, which nonetheless were much larger than Paul's
tiny body. She gently nudged him with her hand, until he was pressed between it
and her breast as she lay on her side.
Paul spent the rest of the hour lying comfortably against her body as they lay
in silence. * * *
Paul felt like he was on a roller coaster ride that wouldn't end, and he was
beginning to feel more than a little nauseous.
He had enjoyed a few moments of peace with Michelle earlier, but finally Joanna
and his stepsister had stormed into the room and taken him away. They played
cruel games with him all night: herding him around with their feet, smothering
him in their cleavage, dancing with him in their panties.
Joanna was by far the worst. For a while she left him swimming in her tall beer
while she drank, almost gulping him down a number of times as she finished off a
glass.
Another time she placed him in the back of her panties and sat down. He might
have been killed, but he managed to squeeze between her buttocks, and their
softness and the softness of the cushion she sat on saved him from being
completely crushed. Still, the pressure was so great he couldn't breathe, and he
was just about to pass out when Janet and Michelle finally convinced her to get
up.
After a few hours of this, the girls decided to go out to a dance club. Joanna
held him against her vulva as Janet used her pubic hair to tie down his arms and
legs. Now he was pressed tight against Joanna's womanhood, his face near her
clit, as she flirted and danced with some man she had just met.
Her motions on the dance floor had left him more than a little seasick - pussy
sick?
From his position, Paul could hear the voices around him, but couldn't make out
many of the words. By the juices slowly flowing around him however, he guessed
Joanna was having a good time with her new friend, as well as with him. Paul
wondered what the guy would think if he knew the woman he was hitting on at that
very moment had another tiny man tied by her pubic hairs to her pussy.
After a few hours of this, Paul heard the voices of the bar diminish, and then
the sound of a car door slamming shut. They were leaving! Then, to his horror,
he heard the voice of the man Joanna had been flirting with. She was going home
with him! Paul prayed she would untie him before they got down to business, or
he would be killed.
But he needn't have worried. Joanna had other plans for the guy.
They all went back to Janet's house, and Joanna convinced the guy - his name was
Steve - to follow her down to the basement. She returned a short time later with
the wriggling little man in her hands.
"This guy's going to be all mine tonight!" she said. "Would one of you like to
get Paul off me?"
"I'll do it," Michelle offered, following her into the bathroom.
Joanna placed Steve in the sink, then removed her dress and panties. Paul
gratefully gulped down the fresh air while Michelle tried to untie him. She had
no luck with the slippery hair, so she grabbed a tiny pair of scissors from the
medicine cabinet and cut him free.
Joanna picked up her clothes, not bothering to put them on, and walked out of
the room carrying them and the now wailing Steve with her.
Michelle held Paul's wet, sticky body in her hands, and gently held him under
some warm water to wash him off. "IT'S ALL OVER NOW PAUL," she cooed. "YOU CAN
STAY WITH ME FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT IF YOU LIKE."
Considering the options, Paul happily agreed.
"MIND IF I TAKE A SHOWER FIRST?" she asked. Again Paul nodded in agreement, and
leaving him on the rim of the sink, she began removing her clothes. In moments
she stood gloriously naked, and Paul was able to admire the full length of her
awesome body for the first time. She was smiling down at him as his dick began
to stand at attention.
"HMMM, WHAT A SWEET LITTLE TRIBUTE," Michelle said, turning around and bending
over to turn on the water. Paul noticed her enormous, yet exquisite ass.
Standing over him again she asked, "CARE TO JOIN ME?"
Paul found his voice missing and again meekly nodded his assent.
Michelle reached for him and clutched him to her breast as she stepped under the
flowing shower. She placed him on a soap dish just below waist level as she
lathered her body and shampooed her hair. Paul reached out and gently caressed
her ass and thighs as she brushed against the soap dish.
Once lathered up sufficiently, she grabbed Paul and rubbed him all over her
soapy body, lathering him up too. Then she again held him against her breast as
she stepped back under the water, washing the soap from her body and his.
Once done, Michelle turned off the water, dried herself and Paul off, and
carried him into her guest bedroom. Joanna had taken the master bedroom and
Janet had already agreed to sleep on the couch for the night while Michelle
played with her stepbrother.
Michelle lay down on the single bed, placing Paul on her chest. Unlike his
earlier experiences with his stepsister, Paul was excited to be with Michelle,
and realized he was really starting to like her.
After placing him on her chest, Michelle did not touch Paul, allowing him to
explore her body at will. He did so, walking up her chest to caress her lovely
breasts, kissing them from all sides and sucking on the nipples. He heard
Michelle softly moaning with pleasure.
"PLEASE, GO LOWER," she begged.
Eager to please, Paul crawled back down her chest and stomach, pausing to kiss
and lick the length of her body, especially around and inside her belly button.
Then he crawled into her crotch, her small blonde hairs all around him. He used
them to hold on to as he lowered himself between her legs.
Once there his own lust spilled over and he set out on a quest to kiss, lick or
suck on every part of her giant pussy. He didn't get too far before pushing his
face into her to lick her excited clit. Still using her hair for leverage, he
thrust his legs inside her labia as he continued licking.
Michelle started bucking then, and Paul lost his grip on the slick hair, falling
out of her pussy to the bed. But by then there was no stopping her as she neared
orgasm, and she picked him up and thrust his body against her labia as she
stroked her own clit with her finger.
Soon Paul was gulping down mouthfuls of cum as it flowed around him, and
Michelle dropped him to the bed again as she bucked up and down. In the
afterglow of the orgasm she lifted him to her mouth, licking him clean.
"THANK YOU, MY LITTLE FRIEND," she said.
Michelle rolled over onto her stomach and placed Paul on her back. He walked
down to her buttocks and lay down across them, his own ass slumping down between
them. Soon they both fell asleep. * * *
Paul woke in the morning after a peaceful sleep and found himself lying on a
pillow. Michelle was nowhere in sight.
Alone, he sluggishly slipped off the pillow onto the bed and walked to its edge.
He heard voices from outside the room, but couldn't make out the words. Eager to
find out what the giant women were up to, and given the opportunity to perhaps
hide from them, Paul jumped off the bed into a pile of clothes on the floor.
He could smell Michelle's scent in the clothes, and wished she were with him. He
crawled out of the clothes and headed toward the light coming from under the
closed door. As he passed near the dresser, the door swung open, and Michelle
walked in wrapped in a towel. She moved toward him and he had to dive under the
dresser to avoid being trampled.
Michelle stopped in front of the dresser and let the towel fall behind her as
she brushed her shoulder-length hair. Paul crawled out from under the dresser
and saw her gigantic toes in front of him. Moving between her feet he looked up
at her legs, admiring their beauty. Far overhead he could see the cunt he had
been playing with - and in - just hours before. High above that, he caught a few
glimpses of her lovely face past her giant breasts as she brushed her hair.
Once again Paul was aroused by the giant beauty standing over him, and began
caressing her foot. That caught her attention, as he was swept up into her hand.
"GOOD MORNING, SWEETHEART," she said, placing him on the dresser just below her
breasts. Then a frown crossed her face.
"I'M AFRAID I HAVE SOME BAD NEWS," she said. "I HAVE TO LEAVE SOON. I'M GOING
BACK TO SCHOOL, AND I WON'T BE BACK FOR SEVERAL MONTHS. I ASKED JANET IF I COULD
KEEP YOU, BUT SHE SAYS SHE WANTS YOU FOR HERSELF - TO PLAY WITH LIKE A TOY. I'M
SORRY, PAUL. I WISH I COULD HELP."
Paul could see tears begin to stream down her face. "It's okay," he shouted up
at her. "Thanks for trying."
She picked him up again, holding him to her face as she kissed the length of his
body. Then she cradled him against her breast as she sat on the bed, crying.
Paul felt like crying too. In spite of all the horrible things his stepsister
had already put him through, he had finally found some source of happiness. Now,
even that would soon be taken away.
Michelle left him on the bed while she finished dressing, then slipped him
gently inside her bra, his head sticking out. He could feel her heart beating
beneath him as he hugged her soft flesh. She wiped her eyes with a tissue and
left the room. She found Joanna and Janet eating breakfast in the kitchen.
"HOW'S MY LITTLE BRO?" Janet asked.
Michelle pulled him out, gave him one last kiss, and set him on the table. Janet
pulled off a small piece of her blueberry muffin and dropped it in front of him.
"GLAD TO SEE YOU AGAIN, LITTLE GUY," Janet said. "YOU'RE LUCKY I LET YOU STAY
WITH MICHELLE. JOANNA'S TINY LITTLE LOVER DIDN'T MAKE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT."
"YEAH," Joanna laughed. "HE SURVIVED THE FIRST FEW ORGASMS, BUT I THINK ON THE
FOURTH OR FIFTH ONE I FINALLY CRUSHED HIM INSIDE OF ME. FLUSHED THE TWERP DOWN
THE TOILET THIS MORNING."
Paul was horrified. Joanna had just admitted to killing a man, and she and his
stepsister were actually laughing about it!
"TOLD YOU TO BE CAREFUL, JO. LITTLE GUYS LIKE MY BROTHER HERE ARE VERY FRAGILE,"
Janet said.
The look of horror spread to Michelle's face as well. "JANET PLEASE, PROMISE ME
YOU WON'T HURT PAUL," she begged.
"WHAT'S THE MATTER MICHELLE? YOU GETTING SWEET ON HIM OR SOMETHING?" Janet
asked.
"YES, PLEASE JANET, I DO LIKE HIM. HE'S SO SWEET, AND WE HAD SO MUCH FUN
TOGETHER. PLEASE, FOR ME, DON'T HURT HIM!"
Janet's face showed a look of surprise. "OKAY, FOR YOUR SAKE I WON'T KILL HIM.
BUT I CAN'T GUARANTEE I WON'T HURT HIM A LITTLE."
"THANK YOU," Michelle said. "I HAVE TO GO NOW. I'LL CALL YOU WHEN I GET BACK
FROM SCHOOL. I WANT TO SEE HIM AGAIN!"
"OKAY," Janet said. "GOODBYE."
Paul watched as the two giant women hugged each other, then Michelle blew him a
kiss as she walked out the door. After exchanging her own goodbyes, Joanna
followed her.
"LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE ALL MINE AGAIN, LITTLE BRO," Janet said, looking down at him.
"YOU SEEMED TO ENJOY MICHELLE'S BREASTS, WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A RIDE NEXT TO
MINE?" With that, she picked him up and dropped him in her bra as she pulled it
forward. Paul dropped down so that her nipple was just above his head before she
let the bra snap back into place.
Paul lost track of time as he struggled to breathe underneath the massive,
though soft, weight of her breast. He guessed it must have been several hours.
Janet spent most of the day doing laundry and assorted other household chores.
She fed him at lunch time, and let him use the toilet when she did, otherwise he
never left her sweating breast.
As the evening hours approached he heard the doorbell ring. Janet pressed him
hard against her breast, warning him to remain silent, as she answered the door.
"HELLO JANET," he heard a familiar voice say. My God, he thought. It's Leah!
Paul began struggling against Janet, trying to free himself from her bra, but
she casually crossed her arms under her breasts and pressed him against the warm
flesh, ending his struggles and effectively silencing him. But he could still
hear his stepsister talking to his would-be fiancee.
"WHY COME IN LEAH, WHAT A PLEASANT SURPRISE," Janet said. "ISN'T PAUL WITH YOU?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I THOUGHT HE WAS HERE," Leah asked, a note of concern in her
voice.
"BUT HE CALLED ME YESTERDAY AND SAID HE WASN'T COMING," Janet replied. "DID HE
TELL YOU HE WAS COMING HERE?"
"OH MY GOD! SOMETHING'S HAPPENED TO HIM!" Leah shouted.
"I'M AFRAID I HAVE AN IDEA WHAT," Janet said sarcastically.
Paul listened in helpless silence and his stomach started churning as his
stepsister told lies about his past, saying the real reason he left home was
because he had been engaged to his high school sweetheart, but skipped town when
he realized he didn't want to marry her. By the time she was through, she had
Leah convinced he had left her without warning.
Leah burst into tears and Janet hugged her for a long time, pressing Paul
between their breasts without Leah even realizing he was right there.
"TELL YOU WHAT," Janet suggested. "WHY DON'T YOU STAY HERE TONIGHT AND HAVE SOME
DRINKS WITH ME. THEN WE CAN BOTH FORGET THAT JERK PAUL EVER EXISTED."
Still sobbing, Leah stammered out, "O-OKAY, THANKS."
When she went to get the drinks, Janet took Paul out of her bra and dropped him
down the front of her panties. "YOU MAKE ONE PEEP DOWN THERE AND I'LL CRUSH YOU
AGAINST MY PUSSY," she warned.
Paul was filled with silent rage inside his stepsister's pants. He was pressed
against her wet crotch for hours as the two giant women got drunk. He must have
passed out eventually, because the next thing he remembered he was waking up in
his sister's hand in a dimly-lit room.
"Thought I'd let you have some fun, little bro," she whispered. "Your
girlfriend's passed out on the bed there. I'm going to let you spend the night
with her!"
Paul looked in the direction of the bed, and saw Leah's naked form lying
unmoving on it. "I took the liberty of undressing her for you," his stepsister
giggled softly. "Figured you wouldn't be able to, and this is the last time
you'll ever see her!"
With that, Janet moved next to the bed and lay him at Leah's feet. Then, to
Paul's surprise, she staggered out of the room, leaving him alone with his
gigantic girlfriend. * * *
Paul looked up at Leah's curving foot, gazing at her toes high overhead, dimly
lit by the moonlight shining through the window.
Once again his situation hit him like a ton of bricks. Just days ago he had held
this beautiful goddess in his arms, felt her kisses against his face. Now he
stood like some kind of insect against her huge sole.
He reached out to touch her, and her flesh was as warm and soft as he
remembered. Overcome with emotion, he began walking past her foot, running his
hand down the inside of her left leg. He moved unconsciously, but soon in the
dim light ahead of him he could see the outline of Leah's enormous vulva where
her outstretched legs finally came together. He wanted to touch it, to feel her
one more time.
Filled with desire he ran toward her. When he reached her crotch he grabbed
handfuls of her pubic hair and braced his feet against her skin to pull himself
up. He started kissing her labia, caressing the soft, moist flesh as he pulled
himself higher.
He moved inside her outer lips and reached up to touch her clitoris. As he
caressed and kissed it, he could hear Leah moaning softly in her sleep.
Suddenly inspiration struck. If he could stimulate her enough, she might wake up
and find him! Now driven by the hope of rescue as much as desire, he began
massaging and sucking on her clit in earnest. He knew he was making progress as
her moans became louder.
Then something abruptly hit him like an 18-wheeler, and he was thrust headfirst
into her vagina. As he struggled inside the hot, slippery flesh of his
girlfriend, he realized Leah must have pushed him inside of herself. He could
still feel her fingers against his legs, but soon her vaginal muscles pulled him
further inside, shutting off the outside world.
He struggled in darkness as warm flesh squeezed him from all sides. As the
contractions became harder, Paul's mind raced with the desperate thought that he
may die as he brought the woman he loved - the woman that would have one day
been his wife - to orgasm, and she might never even know it.
Then the fleshy walls squeezed the breath from him, and he gasped for air as
Leah's love fluid washed over him. He thought for sure he was about to die, but
then he felt Leah's fingers grip his legs again. She pulled him out and he was
finally able to take in some air.
Leah gripped his hips between her thumb and forefinger as she lifted him over
her face. She blinked and held him close to her eyes as she stared in
astonishment.
"PAUL, IS THAT REALLY YOU?" she asked.
"Yes, Leah, my God, it's really me! I love you! Please help me!" Paul screamed.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" she asked, groggily. "HOW'D YOU GET SO SMALL?"
"It was Janet - she has some kind of shrinking machine in the basement," Paul
said. "My God, Leah, I thought I had lost you forever! Please, let's get out of
here!"
"DON'T WORRY, LITTLE LOVER, YOU'RE SAFE NOW. JUST STAY HERE WITH ME TONIGHT AND
I'LL TAKE YOU HOME IN THE MORNING," Leah said as she held him against her right
breast.
"No Leah, we have to leave now!" Paul yelled, but Leah had already drifted back
to sleep, and he was stuck between her hand and her breast. He pounded on her
breast for a while to try to wake her up, but soon realized she was too drunk.
At least she knows I'm here, he thought. Everything will be okay in the morning.
With that thought, he snuggled against his girlfriend's breast and fell asleep
with her. * * *
Janet stepped into the guest bedroom and looked down at Paul lying comfortably
on Leah's breast. Looks like they had a good time last night, she thought.
It was early in the morning, and Janet had set her alarm to make sure she woke
up before Leah did. Janet carefully pulled Leah's hand away from Paul, and he
woke up. Frantic, he began pounding on Leah's breast, but Janet swiftly snatched
him away from her.
Then Leah started to wake up too, and noticed Janet standing over her. Janet
wore no bra under her pocketless silk nightgown, so she quickly dropped Paul
into her panties to hide him.
"Good morning, Leah," Janet said cheerfully.
"Morning, Janet. What's up?" Leah asked.
"Just wanted to let you know I'm going to be packing up my stuff to go back to
school today. I'm going to be leaving in a few hours," Janet said.
"That's okay, I guess I'll be heading home soon myself," Leah said. "It's going
to seem strange without Paul there, though."
Janet could feel Paul struggling furiously in her panties, and thought she heard
him trying to yell for help, but luckily Leah was too groggy to hear. She
casually pressed hard on the front of her panties until his struggles weakened.
"You know, I had a really strange dream last night," Leah continued. "I dreamt
that Paul was here, but he was just a few inches tall. It was really weird."
"Don't worry about it," Janet said. "You'll get over Paul soon enough - just
remember how he ditched you. And I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding someone
new."
"Thanks Janet, you've been so kind," Leah said.
Janet could feel Paul begin to struggle harder again, and she quickly excused
herself and walked back to her bedroom. There, she took him out of her panties
and dropped him in a large, empty vase.
"There, there Paul, you're so eager this morning! But don't worry, we'll have
plenty of time to play once Leah leaves," Janet giggled.
She left Paul in the vase for several hours while she and Leah had breakfast and
showered. When Leah left, Janet began packing her clothes and other belongings
to return to college. She loaded everything into her car, then went back into
the house. Just one more thing, she thought.
Tipping over the vase, she let Paul slide into her hand. She could feel him
trembling, not knowing what was coming next.
"Well, little bro, looks like you'll be coming back to school with me. I just
know all the girls in my sorority are going to love meeting you!" Janet laughed.
Paul began struggling again as she dropped him inside her bra, against her left
breast.
"Easy now, little guy. Don't wear yourself out so soon," Janet said. "There's 35
girls in my sorority, and they're all going to want to play with you!"
Janet laughed again as she felt him struggling with renewed urgency. Yes, the
girls are really going to love you, she thought. She turned out the lights and
locked the door behind her.
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