Slim Chance 3 - Chapter 7

I screamed into Amanda’s muff as she squatted on my face. The weight of her buttocks drove the air from my lungs and my scream turned into a pained gasp. A distant, logical portion of my mind knew she was not using her full weight or I would have been crushed to death, but agony drove rational thought from my brain. I howled into the wet fold of her sex and Amanda moaned in response, my pain only stimulating her. She whalloped my thigh with a flat handed smack hard enough to bruise the bone. “Stop being such a little bitch,” she grunted and ground her sex over my still screaming mouth. 

“Guess you can’t... help being… a pathetic… little bug.” Amanda muttered between moans. Arousal flowed like a river from her sex over my lips and into my mouth until her lubrication drowned my voice into a weak gurgle. The pain was intense, hundreds of pounds of ass threatening to collapse my ribcage. Every time she thrust into my face her I flailed desperately.  

After a minute of this Amanda stood and drops of arousal rained from her pussy onto my face. I shielded my eyes with the back of my hand as I gasped and sobbed in relief, curling in on myself. “God, you’re so whiny,” Amanda complained. “I guess this is what the nurse meant about you pervs being more pliable as you get smaller. Right now you’re too big for your own good.”

She took my arm in her huge hand and drug me painfully across the floor and up onto a workout bench. The same hand held me in place as she knelt down beside me. Even while kneeling Amanda towered over me, the edge of one hip hovered beside my head while the other ended somewhere around my kneecaps. She was nearly as wide as I was tall! Her free hand wrapped around my dick and pleasure coursed through me. I squirmed and wriggled as her fingers applied pressure. “I’m bored with you, bro,” Amanda sighed as she stroked my cock. I opened my eyes and saw that she was looking into empty space, a flat expression on her face. “Guess I outgrew you,” she chuckled halfheartedly at the joke then squeezed my cock hard. I gasped and she smiled. “This is going to be the last time I play with you. 

I gave you some medicine while you were asleep. There was this trial a while back, some doctor thought that since a little of the virus comes out of you every time you cum maybe with enough cumming the disease could be purged. It didn’t work, obviously, but it does let you little pervs cum over and over. It’s like viagra for orgasms.” Amanda explained all this with the same bored expression on her face, as though she were making a list for the grocery store.

“Wh-wh-wha-” I tried to speak but the pleasure made thinking all but impossible. Why was she telling me this, what was she planning?

“Tiny brain of yours can’t figure it out?” Amanda scoffed. “You’ll see soon enough.” With that she adjusted her grip on me and bent down, taking my pulsing shaft into her mouth. Seconds after her lips made contact with the base of my dick I was cumming. Load after load dumped into Amanda’s cavernous mouth and when it was done she swallowed it as easily as a lump of pudding. Her mouth suctioned around my cock and immediately the pleasure feeling renewed. 

The world began to expand around me. Amanda’s head expanded around me until it seemed her face alone was as big as most of my body. Her eyes increased to the size of salad plates, her lips swelled to the size of throw pillows and covered a significant portion of my length all by themselves. She hummed and her voice rattled my bones. Before I could fully appreciate my new size and surroundings I was cumming again. My hips bucked into the softness of her lips and the contents of my scrotum emptied into her hungry maw. I was not sure my shrinking plateaued, I just kept dwindling away- too awash in pleasure to fight back. Some small part of my mind railed against what was happening, screaming at me to snap out of it but the voice was distant and weak. This was what I really wanted, I told myself. I hadn’t beaten my addiction, I’d just been saving myself for this moment. 

Amanda sucked me through orgasm after orgasm, pleasure blurring everything together into one endless eruption of ecstasy. I lost all sense of time as her ever-expanding lips pulled and sucked at my dwindling member. A deep ache formed in the pit of my stomach, something vital was being taken from me but I couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop, even if offered the choice. Meanwhile the room expanded dramatically around me and I vaguely recognized the shape of things as I returned to doll-size. Twelve inches tall and Amanda’s lips were like full sized pillows, their the tip of my dick barely escaping their width as she continued to nurse my length for more. When was it going to be enough? I wasn’t sure whether I was asking that of her or myself- it didn’t matter. I had no control.

The pleasure plateaued while the ache in my core grew to match it. A wave of cold swept over me and my skin broke out in a clammy sweat. Some deep, instinctual part of me said I couldn’t take much more. I cried out, a pitiful, high pitched sound- I could barely believe I had made it. Amanda ignored me and the suction around my cock increased. I groaned and tried to move but I was pinned by the weight of her lips and head. She wasn’t even holding me down anymore yet I was helpless. The pleasure and pain increased in tandem and I groaned, trembling like a leaf as Amanda vacuumed vitality out of my body with insatiable hunger.

Something popped. ‘My seed is life!’ a voice screamed, but it was too late. Far too late. I was shrinking even before I had finished cumming- the load which was absolutely massive from my perspective was probably not more than a thimble full to Amanda. She sucked it up all the same and hummed in surprise, her lips slid free with an audible pop and her enormous pink tongue darted out to taste them. “That tasted strange.” Her lips formed the words at such an enormous scale that I could not help but stare at them as the moved. The world rapidly expanded around me, doubling in size in seconds and the pain in my core finally overwhelmed the pleasure and I convulsed. 

“Guess you’re finished,” Amanda commented, completely unconcerned over what she had done to me. She stood up and I gasped at the collosal difference in our size. Amanda was titanic, the size of a skyscraper with tits the size of circus tents. Judging from the size of her hips her ass was probably the size of an aircraft hangar and despite my terrible predicament I longed for her to turn so I could see it. “You look like you’re about four or five inches tall now, bug.” Amanda commented, and for the first time since she began she sounded interested. “Alan told me everyone is gonna be your size compared to me someday.” Amanda went on, staring down at me with an unreadable expression. “At first I wasn’t that into it, but then I realized I wouldn’t need money. When I’m huge I can get whatever I want whenever I want and no one can stop me. That’s the only thing you were good for, bro. Helping me get bigger. You probably think I’m gonna play with you like before but I’m not. Like I said, I’ve outgrown you.”

She turned and I was stunned speechless by the planetary globes of her ass. It was so huge that I couldn’t see the entirety of it until she took a couple steps away and even then its enormity was difficult to comprehend. Her steps shook the entire room and I could feel the vibrations rise up through the bench I was stranded on. Amanda’s crack could have swallowed me whole a dozen times over, and part of me wanted it to. But she was leaving and if what she said was true, I would never get another chance to see her goddess proportioned ass again. “Wait!” I shouted, leaping to my feet. Amanda took another step. “WAIT!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Amanda stopped. The side of her face swung into view as she turned her head to peer at me over her shoulder. “Did you say something bug?” I jumped up and down on the workout bench and waved frantically to get her attention. Amanda turned fully around and took a step towards me and I sighed in relief. “What?” she said, putting her hands on her hips. For a moment I was stunned by the simple scale of her. Amanda, my cute little brat of a sister, had become a titanic goddess. Her pinky finger was the size of my entire body. “Speak up, I can’t hear you!” Amanda’s voice thundered overhead.

I cringed away, clapping my hands over my ears. “Wait,” I shouted again. “Please don’t leave me!”

“Ugh, you’re too fucking puny to hear,” Amanda complained. “But I guess I can’t leave you here. It might cause problems if one of the other patients finds you.” Her face suddenly dropped into view and I stumbled backwards as her eyes fixed on me. Deep seated animal fear made every muscle in my body quiver in fear- her enormous mouth and teeth brought home the stark reality of our difference in size. I was prey, Amanda a predator. Except for one thing- there was no hunger in her eyes, only casual disinterest. “I can probably guess what you want.” She slapped her ass. “But it’s not going to be like before.” The force of her breath nearly bowled me over and I braced as my tiny feet made equally tiny dents in the smooth synthetic material of the bench seat. “Remember when I kept you in a drawer?” I remembered, I still had nightmares about it. “It’s gonna be like that. I might take you out and play with you when I feel like it, but I wouldn’t hold your breath. I’m gonna find lots of new toys to play with, runt.” 

Despair wrapped around me like a familiar blanket and I hung my head. Was this really what I wanted? Amanda didn’t give me time to consider, her enormous hand snatched me off the bench. Air rushed by and my stomach sank into my feet as I hurtled upward. Her fingers flipped me around and I would have thrown up if my stomach was not already empty. A moment later I was plunged into the hot fold of her sex and released. I gasped and struggled only to realize I had plenty of room to move around- and I was close enough to the surface that breathing was not an issue. A slight dilation in her lips allowed air to flow in and after the immediate panic subsided I squirmed to get into a better position.

For a few minutes I was overawed. My sist- no, Goddess Amanda was carrying and protecting me from the world outside. All the lies I had made my religion over the last six months melted away in the sweltering heat of her pussy. I barely registered her linking up with one of the guards in the hall. I was transfixed by the sensuous roll of her hips and the feel of being tossed about like a ship on the ocean. Had I not been drained dry as a bone I would have cum again by the time she reached her room. My understanding of the world outside her pussy was limited to the few sounds that penetrated through her clothes, which included the irritating beep the electronic doors made after they shut. 

Bright light blossomed around me as Amanda stuffed a hand into her panties and fished me out of her pussy with two fingers. As promised she dropped me into her drawer and before I could so much as protest- shut me into the lonely darkness. Within a few moments I discovered I was in a junk drawer of sorts, there was nothing to even make a bed from. I was tired enough that, curled up on the hard floor, sleep came easily all the same.

A long, long time passed. Amanda came and went. Other patients came and went- and the sounds of their sexual escapades sometimes penetrated my dark, wooden prison. More time passed and I wondered how I was still alive, surely I needed to eat and drink. Come to think of it, my throat was parched. Finally, what must have been days later, the drawer opened and Amanda dropped a juice box and a pair of crackers into the drawer. I shouted for her attention but she slammed the door shut. I felt my way over to the food and was nibbling on a cracker when the reality of the situation struck me. Amanda had not been bluffing.  

I was only toy to her now, and one she had lost interest in.