Ping!
After a lengthy elevator ride, the doors finally opened to the empty penthouse. Heather strode into her spacious abode with her tiny man in her hands, both still adorned in their Galaween attire: a mad scientist costume and a dress patterned after the cosmos.
Heather brought Javi over to her white sofa and laid chest down on the plush cushions, placing the tiny on the back of her shoulder. “Can you unzip my dress for me? I can’t reach it,” she lied, refusing to pass up an excuse to have the tiny crawling all over her.
“I’m on it.” Javi raced to the zipper tab and grabbed it with both hands. The metal tab wasn’t heavy, but pulling at it proved unwieldy, the zipper not designed to be undone by a two-and-a-half-inch-tall man. Still, Javi dragged it down the length of Heather’s back without complaint. That dress was the only barrier standing between him and a naked Heather and no zipper, no matter the lack of foresight in its design, would prevent him from attaining that which he desired.
Heather suppressed a giggle as Javi’s pitter-pattered down her back. Since the last time she brought him to the penthouse, Heather fell victim to several pleasant dreams of that puny body scaling every inch of hers. Experiencing the real thing for the first time in so long, she cherished every step her partner took on her, a part of her wishing that zipper trailed on forever.
Javi finally reached the end of line, the miniature athlete showing no signs of exhaustion save a slight huffing as he breathed. Standing on the small of Heather’s back, Javi rewarded his efforts by taking in the scenery, getting a primo view of the rolling hills behind him. He didn’t have long to appreciate his surroundings, however. Heather sat up on the couch, sending the man on top of her rolling off her rear onto the silk cushion below.
The couch cushion shook as the towering woman shifted her weight and hopped off it, making it difficult for Javi to regain his footing as his foundations trembled beneath him. Fortunately for him, he sat up just in time to watch Heather’s dress fall to the floor. She stood there with her back to the sofa, a living skyscraper adorned in naught but a thin pair of panties. Her long hair, black and purple on either side, draped halfway down her toned back, guiding the eyes towards a tight posterior and the powerful thighs holding it aloft, the rest of her sumptuous legs trailing on forever. Javi was left speechless, eyes widened to take in as much detail as humanly possible.
“Something the matter?” Heather asked with a smirk, turning sideways to face the tiny on the couch. Her nipples were perked up from the chilly walk home, her modest chest still plenty big for a guy Javi’s size. “You aren’t dipping in the Jacuzzi wrapped up in all that, are you?”
In two seconds flat, Javi stripped down to his boxers, lab coat and trousers discarded with determined ease. “I’m ready.”
Heather chuckled and crouched beside the couch. Even then, Javi was still only chest level with her. “You’re still a tad overdressed,” Heather bit her pinkie nail, devouring the tiny’s chiseled physique with her gaze, “for skinny dipping.”
Javi kicked his underwear off so fast, Heather barely saw him touch it. His manhood hung proudly before her, capturing the giantess’ full attention. Given the size difference, it didn’t ultimately amount to much, but relatively speaking … Damn!
“You good? Methinks you’re ‘a tad overdressed’ yourself.” Javi waited patiently for his date to stop staring, understanding how hard it must be to look away for even a second.
“Good point.” Heather stood back up and tucked her thumbs into her panties’ waistband. Javi watched from below as she slipped out of them, her recently shaved womanhood suspended over him. Heather arched forward, bending over to lower them past her knees. Her entire body eclipsed Javi’s sky. With a pace deliberately sensual, Heather pulled her underwear to her ankles and stepped out of them.
Now naked, the two were ready for the bath. But the Jacuzzi was out on the balcony; that’s too far Javi’s puny legs to walk, athlete or not. Heather recalled the proper etiquette for handling tinies, to lower her hand for him to walk onto, to keep her palm open and accessible, to walk slowly and steadily, all to keep his sense of autonomy intact. But where was the fun in that? Manners are meant for strangers and acquaintances; lovers play by a different rule book.
Heather snatched Javi up in her hand, engulfing him entirely within her fist. She kneaded her fingers into him as she lifted the tiny the great distance to her face. The sensation of feeling his whole body at once was surreal, a novel delight to a woman too used to dating men closer to her height. Javi was trapped in there, at the mercy of her whims. Of course, she’d release him the instant he asked, but the stiffening member pressed against her ring finger assured her Javi knew he was in a good hand.
With her man in tow, Heather strutted past the glass encased waterfall in the center of the suite towards the double swing window doors leading outside. The penthouse balcony was larger than a suburban backyard. A helipad resided in the far end beyond an inground pool. The other side of the balcony featured a wooden patio with outdoor furniture, a hanging garden supporting a variety of flora compatible with the local climate, and a Jacuzzi fit for a small group.
The crisp autumn air bit at Heather’s skin as she approached the hot tub. After receiving a text on his lady’s way home, Julius, the Suzuran family chauffeur and butler, prepared the bath to reach the preferred temperature upon his lady, and her diminutive date’s, arrival. Heather stood over the boiling bath like a witch admiring her bubbling cauldron and tossed her man into the drink.
Javi splashed about in the hot water, pelted by a jet stream of bubbles. Wading in this current was impossible. At the mercy of the hot tub, Javi fought hard to stay surfaced. To refrain from drowning, sure, but watching those tall, slender legs step into the tub took top priority.
Heather sat down, the warm water blanketing her from the nippy weather. She cupped her hand, stretched her arm past Javi, and scooped him towards her, redirecting the current until he reached the coastline: her chest.
The rapid waters proved much calmer around the giant woman, allowing Javi to wallow easily by her. He leaned up against the shallow valley of her cleavage and absorbed the heat wafting from both the hot tub and Heather’s ginormous body.
“How’s the water? Too hot? I can turn the jets down if you need me to.” Heather leaned back against the basin wall, her arms stretched out to either side resting atop it.
“Nah, this is perfect.” Javi likewise laid on the slope of Heather’s chest, hands tucked behind his head. The two drifted off into a state of pure serenity, joined together physically and emotionally. A smooth, refreshing puff from a cigarette would have completed the moment, her dry mouth getting to her, but no amount of withdrawal could pull Heather from that tub.
The metropolitan stretched out around them, The Calypso hotel the tallest structure for several blocks, lit up in festive fall colors and the sterile hues streaming out from rows of vacant offices.
After a while of soaking in the atmosphere, Javi pushed himself off Heather and craned his neck to face her. “Hey, I’m going to try something. If I tap you once, get out of the pool. If I tap twice, stay in.” He patted her chest twice with his puny hand.
“Huh? What in the world are you …” Before Heather finished her question, Javi dove below the surface, swimming down the length of her torso. The current wasn’t too strong where Heather sat, allowing Javi to descend with relative ease. The hardest part was keeping from ogling Heather’s toned abs as he passed them by. Javi wanted to admire them, their beauty blowing any piece in the Louvre out of the water, but he could only hold his breath for so long.
Heather stared into the water, baffled. She could barely make him out under the rippling waves, but she trusted whatever he was up to would be worth it.
Javi swam until he reached the sealed gates at the bottom of his partner. He quickly examined them before plunging his hands between Heather’s labial lips. The giant woman felt the tiny’s grasp, but she struggled to determine if that was Javi playing with her unmentionables or a shift in the current.
Under the immense water pressure, for a tiny, Javi pulled with all his might, prying the fleshy bars just enough to slip through. The sudden opening beneath the depths swallowed Javi with a stream of water into the sunken cavern. Heather nearly leapt out of the tub at the sensation, but held herself steady as Javi slapped the fleshy walls of her love tunnel twice.
Heather’s vulva was dry inside. Well, it kept the hot tub water out at least. The labia sealed behind Javi, leaving a small puddle of the water that came in with him. The walls were sticky as he expected, and while the air was breathable, the rich, tangy flavor it carried was far from fresh. Javi crawled a few paces deeper into the dark cave, taking his time to relish in the romantic ambiance, and then stopped. He felt around the corridor’s “ceiling” with his hands and listened intently.
Heather jerked as her lover crawled around inside her. The heiress had taken dicks of all sizes, and a tongue on rare occasions, but they didn’t compare to an entire man squirming down there. The way he clutched her sensitive bits in his minuscule fingers, bumping his shoulders into the sides of her wet corridor, pressing his knees and calves into her pelvic floor, drew several gasps out of her. As he crawled deeper, she worried about flooding his cave with another fluid, and then he stopped. She still felt his hands rubbing on her, but he otherwise stopped moving. Now what is he doing- “Oh!”
Javi heard the moan he was waiting for reverberate through her body; he found her G-spot. He squeezed the sticky flesh like dough and massaged Heather’s erogenous zone. His entire world shook as the giantess bucked to his whims, her femcum making every effort to drown him. But he refused to let up, enjoying every grunt and moan that graced his ears. As Heather grew more aroused and started ejaculating, water seeped into her opening vagina, actually flooding Javi’s secret passage. Javi quit massaging her and patted her G-spot twice.
Heather used what control she had left to lift herself out of the water and onto the hot tub’s outer rim. The woman breathed heavy, so close to a climax cut short by concern for her partner’s safety. While her excitement waned, Javi crawled toward the one way entrance and exit, peeking his head out between the giant lips. Before he could get a whiff of fresh air, two massive fingers slammed into him. “Get back in there!”
The lumbering digits knocked the air out of Javi, pressing him into the sopping flesh of Heather’s pussy. The tiny lost his composure, humping his partner’s fingers as they ground him into the pink floor. Heather enveloped him on all sides. Directions bled together as his orientation broke down; he couldn’t distinguish the gyrating of Heather’s hips from the back and forth of her stroking himself into her. Delightfully dizzy, Javi’s vision grew blurry as he came, his juices mixing with the torrent of Heather’s.
The giant woman felt her lover’s hot load spray onto her fingers, pushing her over the edge. Moaning loud enough to echo over the surrounding skyline, Heather climaxed. She quit jerking, but continued to pin Javi inside her, letting him soak in her arousal. His lungs pushed against her resting fingers, inflating and deflating as he gathered himself. Eventually, she dragged him out of there.
Heather smiled at the tiny man in her hand, covered in white, sticky fluid. Javi clung tightly to her fingers and shivered, the outside air freezing him to the bone as it traveled through his soaked skin. Heather dipped back in the tub and held him neck down below the bubbling surface, the jet streams washing the cum off him and her crotch.
“Can’t say I ever expected my vaj to be used as an air pocket,” Heather said between breaths. “Have you done that before?”
“Nope. But I watched a video on cave diving the other day and figured the principle’s the same.” Warm and mostly clean, Javi stayed clung to Heather’s fingers, not wanting the current to take him away. “And if it didn’t work, rest assured you’d drag me out onto land. Maybe I’d be so lucky to receive CPR.”
“I’d tell you that was silly and reckless, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t worth it.” Heather sighed and brought her man to her lips, embracing him in a warm kiss. Her lips ran hotter than the Jacuzzi, at least in Javi’s mind, the tiny cooling off as Heather returned him to the bubbling water.
Once the pair recovered their strength, Heather stepped out of the Jacuzzi with Javi wrapped tenderly in her grip. She quickly toweled herself off and did the same for Javi, wiping every inch of him before the cold set in. Then she jaunted to the glass doors leading inside, cupping her hands around her puny lover to protect him from the autumn chill.
Inside, Heather carried Javi past the main room and up the floating glass stairs to her bedroom. She leapt onto her bed, landing on her stomach, and set Javi down in front of her as she stretched out on the California king size mattress. Her head rested in her hands, her expansive visage blocking all else from Javi’s forward view.
“Let's slow down. I want you to worship me.” I want it so fucking bad! “Where would you like to start? My pits, my tits, my feet? Anywhere is fine with me.”
“Why should I decide?” Javi asked casually. “You're supposed to be the one in charge, oh venerable goddess.”
“A devout follower ought to have a more reverent tone,” she chided. Heather thought about where she really wanted to put him, but contemplated if telling him was the right call. “I’m fine with wherever you want. This should be enjoyable for the both of us.”
“I’ll enjoy it more if I know I’m making you happy. Running the show is no fun. I wind up feeling like a self-serving jerk.”
Heather shook her head. “You’re not. Far from it. You’re always putting others' interests before your own. I only saw a glimpse of your escape room, but everyone had so much fun with you in charge. Because you know what people want and put your whole heart into making it happen.”
Javi blushed and scratched the back of his neck. “Thanks, but I’m not budging on this. You decide what to do with me tonight. I mean it when I say that’s what will make me happiest.”
“I can’t.” Heather looked away from him. With how large her face was and how close, it became impossible for her to hide the microexpressions conveying her concerns: the slight pout, the hollow stare towards nothing in particular, the way her eyebrows scrunched together, and the wrinkles bunched up where the bridge of her nose met her forehead. “It’s too similar to what Shawna put you through. I won’t have you relive that tonight.”
“What, you want to eat me?”
“No!” Heather waved her hands in dismay. “No, no, no! Not in a million years. That’s not my cup of tea regardless of the circumstances, but …” Avoiding the topic proved pointless. She might as well come out with it. “Are you into anal? Like, eating ass?”
Javi took a second to react, his blank face refusing to betray his opinions on the matter, and then he burst out laughing. “That’s it? How is that similar to vore?”
“It’s not funny!” Heather’s cheeks blared bright red, worse than Javi receiving a compliment. “I don’t know! If you don’t like going in one end, I figured you might not like entering the other.”
“I can’t melt in your ass, Heather. It’s not the same at all.” Javi tried wiping the grin off his face, failing spectacularly. “Sorry for laughing. I did not expect you to hit me with that.”
Heather breathed a deep sigh, nearly knocking Javi over. “I’ve only been with one guy willing to put his tongue down there. He was a total jerkwad, and it only lasted one night, but that was the best sex I’ve ever had before tonight.”
“So, you could say he was an asshole? A piece of shit? You are what you eat after all.” Javi grinned at his partner’s snickering, and then it dawned on him. “Sorry, what was that last part?”
“You heard me.” Heather placed her forefinger behind Javi's head and gently stroked his hair and the back of his ear. “Putting aside the novelty of you literally swimming in pussy, no one’s touched me like that before. You knew all the right spots, which buttons to push and how exactly I like them pushed. All my exes may be in a higher tax bracket, but their daddy's fat bank accounts can't make up for their lack of experience. You're nothing like them. You're actually interested in pleasing a woman instead of simply seeking a pretty face to get off to.”
Javi fought back the blood rushing to his cheeks. He pleaded for mercy from the onslaught of praise. “To be fair, this is quite the face we're talking about. Can't blame a guy for getting off at the sight of it.”
“Ugh! I want my man to last longer than that.” Heather glanced behind her, eyebrows raised in worry. “Are you certain you're up for this? We can do something else tonight. I can be patient.”
Javi didn't respond. With a cocky grin, he stood up and clambered onto Heather's hand. He proceeded to trapeze across her wrist and forearm as the woman watched him dumbfounded. Upon reaching her upper arm, he got on all fours and scaled the steep slope. Heather cupped her other hand below him, to catch him in case he fell, but her caution proved unnecessary.
Javi reached the top and took a respite on Heather’s shoulder blade, gazing out at the vast landscape of porcelain muscle stretching out before him. No time to dilly-dally, Javi trekked across his partner's toned back, his bare feet navigating the grooves carved into the fleshy yet firm ground.
Heather relaxed and laid flat. The sensation of Javi’s bare soles walking on her skin, the tiny hiking on a living mountain range, made her heart flutter. Like acupuncture, his minuscule feet struck the pressure points along her back. His stride lacked the intensity of an actual massage, but it more than made up for it with the physical intimacy of it all. Heather fantasized taping him to various regions of her body or burying him in her clothes, any measure capable of keeping his entire puny frame in constant contact with her.
Javi walked from her tight traps onto her sturdy lats, impressed by how firm her physique felt beneath his feet. He wondered whether she could outlift him until he realized how dumb that was to ponder. Yeah, dude, she probably has your ten pounds beat.
After a few minutes walking, Javi reached Heather's waist, the gentle slope of her back ending to arch upwards past her hips. Stepping over the panty line, Javi noticed his footing soften, firm muscles replaced with supple fat. Heather grit her teeth, intent on remaining still. Javi tickled her as he scampered up her butt, an itch she didn't want to scratch.
Upon reaching the posterior's peak, Javi planted his own ass onto hers, taking a much earned break where the sun don't usually shine. He stared deeply into those perfectly plump buns. Heather's peach was ripe enough to take a bite of. The curvature of her hills mesmerized any with an eye for the aesthetic, and Javi considered himself a savant in this particular field. But his enthusiasm for the finer things came at a cost. Dark thoughts entered his mind, carnal urges forcing his hand.
Javi slapped the skin in front of him, sending meager waves rippling around the point of impact.
“Did you just fucking spank me?” Heather turned her head and asked.
“Could you feel it?” He looked back eagerly. Her face was so far away from him, Javi almost forgot he was still on top of her.
“Barely, you little twerp!” Do it again. Do it again!
Javi raised his hand high in the air and slapped her ass with all the might his tiny arm could muster. The ripples were more noticeable this time, even causing Javi to bob with the jiggling flesh. Heather squealed; her reaction and the small red handprint marring her fair skin satisfied Javi's diabolical craving.
With that out of the way, Javi readied himself for the banquet, peeking over the cheek’s edge into the crevasse running through it. He thought about that movie where the rock climber gets stuck in a canyon for a week, an enviable position in this context. Javi backed up, got a running start, and did a forward dive into Heather’s crack.
“Eight points,” Heather said, watching from the corner of her eye. “Great form, but you didn’t stick the landing.” Javi’s legs stuck out from between Heather’s cheeks, kicking the air. Sandwiched in booty, Javi squirmed towards the X that marked the spot, wriggling vigorously through a healthy heaping of fat. Heather considered spreading her cheeks apart to assist him, but then she couldn’t savor her lover fighting a grueling battle against her fortified rump.
With enough effort, Javi wormed his way to the rim, staring down the brown eye tucked away at the bottom of the crevasse. Settling himself in the narrow valley, Javi got into position, laying down with the puckered ring in reach. He stuck his tongue out and ran a lap around the sensitive skin.
“Oh!” Heather jolted at the cool touch of Javi’s teeny, tensile licker. She clenched tightly, shoving Javi’s face into the hole as she hugged him on all sides.
Nose deep in ass, Javi licked the inner rim, not letting the pressure bearing down weaken his resolve. If anything, the binding embrace of his partner pushed him to greater heights in the noble pursuit of her euphoric happiness.
“Oh God!” Heather clutched at her bed sheets and thrusted. She felt Javi wedge himself tongue-first deeper into her back door, putting the giant jerkwad’s performance to shame. “Yes! Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Heather cried out as Javi lathered every bit of her bumhole. Her gasps were music to his ears. Frankly, Javi never expected her to respond so strongly. He believed in his skill and knew his way around a lady’s every orifice, but he underestimated what years of bad sex did to the woman.
Lost adrift in the throes of passion, Heather crawled clumsily towards her nightstand, fumbling through the drawer for a small plastic bottle. She held it over her butt and squeezed its contents into her crack. Javi felt the viscous, slimy liquid coat him from the neck down. The scent of vanilla intermingled with the strong odor assaulting Javi’s nose. By the time Javi figured out what Heather poured on him, she was greedily forcing him through the puckered gates, pushing the tiny into her asshole.
“Oh my God! Yes!” Heather screamed. Javi flailed against her fingers as he descended further into darkness. Inside Heather’s other end, the air was stifling and oppressive, leading him to sweat heavily. Pink tissue undulated around Javi, swallowing him up into the rectum where he received a modicum of wiggle room. Javi breathed through his mouth and tried not to let the smell get to him. Once her man was fully inside her, a pang of clarity struck Heather as it cleaved through the immense pleasure. “Javi, are you okay? I don’t know what came over me, I just …”
Javi tapped twice, his message resonating through Heather’s rectum. He breathed through his mouth and steeled himself. His erection stood at full mast, and it took every iota of his concentration not to blow his load early.
“Javi! Ah! Thank you!” Heather arched her back and gyrated against her bed, kneading her swollen clit into her sheets while Javi worked her rear end. He put his whole body into worshiping her, licking the slick rectum walls, massaging the pink tissue with his hands and feet, and pouring himself onto her, prodding her insides with his engorged prick.
Javi edged for as long as possible, but the world around him quaked with every jerk of Heather’s hips. He rattled around like a bean in a maraca, battered by the rectum's rubbery walls. Javi hit his head on the narrow tunnel leading to the intestines, forcing his lover’s musk through his nose. The pungent stench trapped within Heather’s derriere burned his nostrils. His dick erupted, painting the room white. He pumped his member dry, the tip as flaming as the ambient aroma.
On the outside, Heather came into her sheets. This marked the first time she orgasmed twice in one night. Most partners couldn't eke out one, those losers never amounting to the two-and-a-half-inch-tall man shoved up her ass. Javi lied limp inside her, softly pecking the sensitive membrane he leaned against.
The whole experience, and the emotional turmoil that brought her to it, exhausted Heather. Her weary mind, brought to the very heights of pleasure, drifted in and out of consciousness. Thoughts of Javi, both lewd and tender, swirled in her head until the comfort of her luxury mattress finally took hold of her and lulled her to sleep.