With some difficulty, Jackie unlocked the door to her dorm room and twisted the knob to step inside. Her right hand trembled with a healthy mixture of nervousness and anticipation; her left hand remained still, all her focus dedicated to not shaking up her boyfriend riding in her palm.
Once inside, Jackie walked over to her bed and lowered her tiny Pierce onto the expansive bedspread. “I'm gonna freshen up real quick. Get this silly makeup off.” The area around her lips was still stained a splotchy red as if she tore into a feral beast with her fangs and the rest of her skin was painted pale as a ghost. “Be back soon.”
While Jackie departed for the bathroom, Pierce twiddled his thumbs and waited by himself on the lonely mattress. And waited. And waited. And waited. The silence taunted him. He pressed his thumbs hard enough together to hurt. Pierce had never made it this far with a girl before, and he had half a mind to leap off the bed, sprint to the door, ditch town, and never turn back. Sex with another tiny would be daunting enough, but he was expected to pleasure a woman thirty times his size. What could his pathetic speck of a body hope to accomplish? Embarrass himself, that's what. Jackie would be so put off that she'd never speak to him again, her caring demeanor cast aside out of disgust towards her lover's inadequacy. Maybe she'd be driven far enough to abandon her morals entirely and actually eat him, pursuing the only the method by which he could actually satisfy her.
Shut up! Believe in yourself. You've gotten this far with her, haven't you? Pierce buried his hands beneath his crossed legs and took a deep breath. I spent the whole night fighting her tongue. I stood up to that asshole at the cafe. Sex is nothing compared to all that. I just have to crawl around in her box and try not to drown. Easy. And Jackie's the most considerate person in the world. She'll let me down gently if I'm not good enough. I hope. Still, she was spending a lot of time in the bathroom, and Pierce wasn't sure for how long he could convince himself he was up for the best night of his life.
Jackie stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had long since removed all the makeup from her costume, save the temporary hair dye she’d need to wash off in the shower, and was gripping the edges of her sink tightly. Jackie had never made it this far with a boy before, and she had half a mind to never step out of the bathroom again, withdrawing from the outside world to become the wicked witch of the washroom, haunting the dorms for all eternity and preventing anyone else from having sex within the confines of these walls. Porn made this all seem so easy. Go out there, treat him like a dildo, and fuck his brains out. She fantasized about this moment for so long, but now that the real deal was sitting right outside the door, she was stricken with performance anxiety.
What if I'm too rough with him? What if all I do is scare him? Or hell, I might be too big for him to enjoy it. I'd hate to be at the mercy of some gigantic freak. Jackie's lack of experience daunted her, filling her head with doubts. Although she only had eyes for tiny men, she hadn't a clue what one of them could see in her, their perspective at complete odds with her own. Did Pierce actually like her, or was he only acting nice to stay on his monstrous partner's good side? Stop it! Of course he's into you. He enjoyed laying under your foot in your nasty-ass shoe. He wants to be at your mercy, so what the hell are you so worried about? You're the second prettiest girl he's ever spoken to. Jackie furrowed her brow. Second? Fuck off, Lynn! I'm the hottest woman he's ever met!
Jackie nodded to herself in the mirror and threw her T-shirt to the floor.
Back on the bed, Pierce continued to sit idly, trying to think about anything other than the butterflies devouring his stomach from the inside. He jumped when he heard giant footsteps creaking on the old dormitory flooring. Jackie appeared at the edge of the bed, standing over Pierce in nothing but a bra and panties. A soft pink warmed her cheeks as she looked down at the awestruck man so far below her.
“Oh my God.” All of Pierce's anxiety melted upon gazing up at Jackie's gorgeous figure. Her curves spilled out from her underwear, her “freshman fifteen” compounding across her whole body.
Likewise, Jackie's nerves calmed down at seeing the goofy look adorning Pierce's face. She had him under her spell, mesmerizing the tiny by simply standing there. “Like what you see?”
Pierce didn't respond. His puny brain, preoccupied with processing Jackie's enticing enormity, was in no state to formulate an answer to even the simplest of questions. But he eventually realized he was overdressed for the occasion and tugged frantically at his shirt.
“Please, allow me.” She was glad Pierce hadn't taken his clothes off while she was in the bathroom. She preferred to tear the wrapper off herself. Jackie knelt beside her bed and pinched the collar of Pierce's shirt between her massive fingertips, pulling it off him with ease. She let him unzip his shorts and proceeded to pull those off as well. Her humid breath washed over his exposed body, each huff carrying with it a lustful hunger, a yearning to devour the succulent piece of meat sitting helplessly before her. Jackie placed a finger on Pierce’s boxers and felt his member stiffen beneath the fabric. A smile drew across her lips as she slowly slid the tiny’s underwear down his legs, revealing the bountiful treasure tucked away inside.
Licking her lips, Jackie crawled onto one end of the bed, keeping her eyes trained on Pierce like a predator circling its prey. She sat up, resting on her knees, and closed her eyes, savoring the mood. Her chest puffed out as she took a deep breath and deflated as she breathed out. Breathe in, breathe out. The swelling and shrinking of her chest hypnotized the tiny below her, his breathing unwittingly pairing itself to be in sync with Jackie's. When Jackie reached behind her and unhooked her bra, Pierce's mind broke. The wonders of the world dared not compare to the sight of those marvelous tits dropping.
Jackie opened her eyes, delighted by her lover's fixation on her. She reached for him with her hand, but recoiled at the touch of his skin. He was still chilly from their walk to the dormitories. That won't do, she thought, pinching his icy torso between her fingers and lifting him into the air. With her forefinger, she pushed him deep into her cleavage, propping up her breasts with her other arm.
Pierce lost himself within the abundant flesh, encapsulated on all sides by warm, cushiony fat. Once her boyfriend was secure, Jackie grabbed a tit in each hand and squeezed them together, grinding them against Pierce's minuscule form. The tiny warmed up in no time, Jackie's heavenly body heat dispersing directly into Pierce through her hefty mammaries.
Pierce forgot the sensation of open air on his skin, buried within heaps of fatty tissue. All he heard was Jackie’s pulse, all he smelled was her body’s natural odor, all he tasted was the thin coat of sweat lining her skin. Swaddled in the heaviest of blankets, the tiny wished never to retreat from such a supple abode, an Earthly paradise hidden in plain sight.
“Ah!” Jackie yelped as she felt a cold peck on her tit. Pierce kissed the wall of flesh engulfing him, his lips yet to heat up with the rest of him. He stopped at the sound, worried he did something wrong. “No, keep going.” Jackie purred as the tiny pecks sent sparks through her nerves, tightening her grip on her man through her tits. She kneaded him into her thick globes until he reached full mast, both ready to kick the night up a notch.
Jackie retrieved Pierce from her cleavage, dangling the panting man before her expansive face. Pierce, smothered and tenderized, caught his breath, already missing the fragrant scent of his girlfriend's skin. Jackie repositioned him in her hand so that he laid on a bed of her fingers slanted upward to face her. The two stared into each other's eyes, the pair longing to become one.
After licking her lips once more, Jackie mashed her mouth into her hand, smothering Pierce in her pillowy vermilion. Her lips pinched his chest and belly, sucking on him as she pushed down on him. Pierce's face was buried in her upper lip, allowing him to kiss her back. Though the pressure they each applied was magnitudes different, the lovers each relished the other's embrace, the rest of the world vanishing from their awareness.
Before long, the tongues came out to join the action, Jackie's lathering Pierce in drool as it lapped him up. As much as Jackie liked sour green apple, the tiny on his own tasted divine. Savory with a hint of salt, subtle and yet oh so craveable. Jackie licked him fervently, her lips no longer part of the equation, savoring Pierce from head to toe until she couldn't resist any longer.
Pierce didn't resist either, not that doing so would accomplish much. Jackie scooped him up with her tongue and pulled him into the darkness of her mouth, the dank, humid air all too familiar by this point. Without the suit protecting him, Pierce felt the grooves of Jackie's taste buds, the viscosity of her slimy saliva, the steamy puffs of air escaping from her throat. And yet, no trepidation tainted his experience. Staring into the black abyss of Jackie’s throat, Pierce felt perfectly at ease, too busy getting manhandled by her overpowering tongue to feel anything short of bliss.
Jackie slammed her boyfriend into the roof of her mouth, her tongue showing him no quarter as it assaulted his whole body. The ribs of Jackie’s hard palate grinded into Pierce's backside, massaging him as taste buds caressed his front. Jackie sucked on the tiny for all he was worth, eking out every ounce of flavor packed in that petite body.
Eventually, Jackie eased up and relaxed her tongue, or so Pierce thought. The muscle’s tip rose up and forced itself between Pierce's legs, seeking out the jewels hanging there helplessly, ripe for the picking. Her tongue flicked at his shaft before wrapping around it and stroking, pushing him against the roof of her mouth in the process. Pierce succumbed to the muscle’s overwhelming power, buckling at it’s incessant tugging until he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Pierce released onto Jackie’s tongue, his cum pooling along its midline.
Jackie lowered him from her roof and tossed him into her cheek, closing her jaw to block him from her throat. On his side, Pierce rested up against the ivory wall and caught his breath, the post-orgasm dopamine rush inciting a euphoria he never knew possible. Jackie let the cum sit on her tongue a moment, getting a good taste before swallowing, sending the hot load down into her stomach.
A loud moan escaped Jackie as she opened her mouth wide. A high tide of drool secreted around Pierce and carried his limp body towards the light. He was too exhausted to move, pulled by the current over Jackie’s lip where he slid down her chin on a stream of viscous spit. From there, Pierce fell onto his girlfriend’s protruding chest, landing with a splat onto her tit before drifting down the curve into the valley of dreams. Her heartbeat thumped in his ears as he passed by her sternum, slipping through her cleavage onto her abdomen. The spit stream carried Pierce all the way down his girlfriend's belly until he cruised onto Jackie's vast thigh.
Sprawled out at the base of his partner's leg, Pierce gazed up the curvaceous tower savoring the lingering taste in her mouth. An intense feminine aroma wafted towards Pierce, the man laying dangerously close to a soaked pair of panties. But before the tiny got too comfortable, Jackie rose to her knees, sending her boyfriend hurtling onto the mattress below.
Pierce watched his statuesque girlfriend slip out of her panties, sliding them down the length of her thighs and revealing her sopping womanhood. Her bushy carpet was a light brown, matching the darker parts of her dirty-blonde drapes hidden beneath the black hairspray she used for her costume. Once her panties fell to her knees, she dropped onto her butt and raised her feet into the air, sending tremors through the spring mattress and launching Pierce a few inches off the ground.
Jackie removed her underwear and flung it onto the floor, and then stretched her legs out, planting her feet on either side of her puny boyfriend. Her calves rose up like walls leading to Jackie's private entrance. Pierce froze as he stared down the weeping eye before him, performance anxiety returning as he anticipated their next move. This was the big moment, the one he feared failing her. Jackie simply smiled at him, resting a hand on her thigh and curling her index finger in a “come hither” motion. Pierce manned up, taking a deep breath before walking the path between Jackie's legs with newfound determination.
The stench of Jackie's arousal intensified the closer he got, clearing his mind of all but her. With her other hand, Jackie pried her labia apart, opening the hatch for her lover to crawl in. Pierce sided up to her crotch, eyes watery from the potent fumes, and climbed on, dragging himself onto the pink flesh. After some time searching, he found the opening and tried forcing his way inside, the hole not quite as wide as he required. Scaling the vulva took enough exertion, leaving him in a tough spot to open the firm gate himself. He got his head and shoulders through, but lacked the foundations to kick himself past the entrance. Sensing his plight, a finger descended onto him and planted itself on his butt, pushing him the rest of the way into his girlfriend's love tunnel.
Pierce found himself in uncharted territory, the first man to enter lands otherwise untouched. The tunnel proved exceptionally narrow, the vaginal walls fastening tightly around his chunky figure. He couldn't see more than a centimeter in front of him, but he felt the fluids secreting around him and heard the moans traveling through layers of flesh. Jackie retreated her finger, leaving the rest of the journey up to Pierce, and fiddled her bean, her eyes rolling over at her maiden penetration.
With nowhere to go but forward, Pierce crawled through the tunnel, pushing himself deeper into the tight corridor. A fear, claustrophobia mixed with unease at the unknown, taunted him, urging him to turn back, to give up, to shut down, but Pierce refused to relent. He kept pushing, unwittingly brushing up against the giant woman's G-spot.
Jackie moaned loud enough for the neighboring dorm rooms to hear. She felt every tiny limb squirming inside her, his thick body forcing itself deeper within. It made her want to explode, pleasure coursing through her entire body as she collapsed onto her bed.
The intense, primal sounds erupting from his lover encouraged Pierce to keep going, to keep fighting the onslaught of ejaculate slowing him down. His face, chest, arms, and everything else were drenched in femcum, making it easier to slip through the confined walls but harder to grip onto them. The raging hard-on between his legs didn’t help, both heads sent adrift by the symptoms of his girlfriend’s rapturous enthusiasm.
Jackie writhed on her bed, one hand massaging her clit while the other clutched her sheets. Sweat covered her body and every breath felt like a punch to the gut. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could last. “Don’t stop!” The raging pleasure numbed her brain. “Dear God, babe, don’t stop!”
Pierce crawled until he reached the end of the line, pressing up against her cervix. Touching the back wall was enough to send Jackie over the edge. The walls of pink tissue tightened around Pierce’s already compressed body, squeezing the daylights out of him. He thought he was going to pop, the pressure of Jackie’s passion entombing him in flesh and cum. Deep within his girlfriend, Pierce never felt so stranded, as if he were lost in the living caverns of an alien planet. The rest of the world cut off from him. Now, Jackie was his entire world. Even in the face of the unknown, as the converging walls threatened to make him into a Pierce sandwich, the thought of Jackie’s immensity and what he accomplished this night put him at ease.
Jackie climaxed. Pierce, influenced by his girlfriend’s enormous ecstasy, eked out another load shortly after. The giant woman fell limp, sprawled out on her bedspread breathing heavy. She stared up at the ceiling, fireworks popping off in her adrenaline fueled brain. Her vagina relaxed, giving Pierce the chance to catch his breath as well. But once the waves of pleasure calmed, he realized he was stuck.
Though the vaginal walls relaxed, the canal was still too narrow for Pierce to turn around. He pushed himself away from the cervix and attempted to crawl out backwards which proved even tougher than the journey inward. He dragged himself about halfway before exhaustion overtook him. Pierce couldn’t move, couldn’t see, and could barely stay awake. Covered in his lover’s arousal, Pierce gave up, coming to peace with the possibility of never seeing the outside again. Worth it.
Before Pierce drifted off, he felt a lumbering presence pin his foot to the wall and hoist him back towards the exit. It pulled him in increments, the giant finger traveling up his weary body as he inched further outward. Jackie met him halfway, her finger delving in to retrieve her worn out lover.
When she finally plucked him out of her pussy, Jackie lowered the sticky man onto her groin, the tiny resting on her bed of pubes. She remained collapsed on her bed, looking down between her tits at her lover. The couple offered tired grins to each other.
“That was … That was incredible.” Guttural exhales punctuated her every word. Sweat ran down her forehead, the temperature in the dorm room increased by a million degrees. Pierce didn’t respond; he was already asleep. Jackie giggled, sighed, and joined him in peaceful, well-earned slumber.