Finals week hit campus hard, the first snowfall of the year coming with it. Despite the Christmas decorations lighting up the town, cheer was the last thing on many students' minds. To combat the doom and gloom that sprung up each December, the college hosted several activities throughout the dreaded week to reduce stress, build camaraderie, and promote positive thinking, one such activity currently unfolding in the campus cafeteria.
Jackie, Alena, and Heather sat together in the cafeteria building gingerbread houses with their partners. Along with providing students ample room to work, the college supplied all the building materials: cookies, frosting, gum drops, and other confections. While the three bigs focused on constructing the candy buildings themselves, their tiny partners worked on the interiors, furnishing each house in the designs of their choosing. Pierce, Javi, and Lynn each wore plastic hazmat suits to keep their sticky building materials from gunking up their clothes.
“More M&M's, please.”
Alena scooped up a dozen candy-coated chocolates with her fingers and dropped them into the house, Lynn picking up the plate sized pieces and hauling them to the work station she set up. With Alena's help, Lynn had spread a layer of peanut butter over a graham cracker and then dotted it with multicolored M&M's to form a mosaic. She intended to hang it on the wall next to the potted Twizzler tree.
“Need more cotton candy?” Jackie asked, peering through the open roof of her gingerbread house.
“No, I should have enough here to make some pillows too.” Pierce was constructing a bright pink couch, mashing cotton candy together until it was dense enough to support his weight.
“Hold on, are you making another room?” Javi asked while walking from one to another.
“Duh. We can't put the chocolate syrup pool in the living room.” While the others built houses, Heather was constructing a gingerbread mansion complete with all the furnishings she considered essential like a fitness center, a pool room, an entertainment center, a home theater, a lounge, etc. In the spirit of the season, she had changed up her hair again, the purple half dyed white as snow and the black half now a dark evergreen.
“You know I'm not actually living in this thing, right?”
“Not even for a little bit?” Heather’s lower lip quivered as she pouted, the heiress looking sadder than a puppy passed over at the adoption center.
Javi sighed. How was he supposed to say no to that face? “Alright, fine. Hand me more graham crackers. If we're building a pool room, then I want a tiki bar in it.”
“How long do you think yours is gonna last?” Alena asked Jackie in a hushed tone.
“I'll probably have it eaten by tonight.”
Alena looked the other way, blood rushing to her cheeks. “O-oh, right. Eating. That's what I meant.”
“I know what you meant,” Jackie said with a wink. “Though to be honest, I'm more interested in sampling the occupants than the house itself.” Jackie grabbed a gummy bear and tossed it into her mouth, locking eyes with Pierce as she swallowed it whole.
Cant wait ‘til tonight, they all thought.
******
Jackie's hand trembled as she stared at her phone screen. She clenched her teeth and held back the wails rising from her throat. On her phone, a picture of Pierce sleeping naked with another woman seared her retina. The bastard was cheating on her with some tiny bimbo, breaking her heart and boiling her blood. Jackie wasn't going to stand for this. Fuck the consequences; it was time these tinies received a cruel reminder of where they stood in this world.
Jackie got off her bed and walked across her dorm room to the small house standing near the foot of her desk. It was that hussy's house, the rotten bitch who stole her man right from under her. Jackie knelt down and grabbed hold of the gingerbread roof, tearing it off its frosted foundations with one clean rip.
Inside, Pierce lied naked on his cotton candy couch with a two inch tall gingerbread lady draped over him. They had been making out, evidenced by the red frosting lipstick staining Pierce's face, but all the commotion turned his attention upwards.
“Jackie! It's not what it looks like, I swear!”
“Is that all you have to say for yourself? You crush my heart into a bloody pulp, and then lie to my face with her on top of you?!”
Pierce lifted the cookie off of him and spoke in a high-pitched voice, shaking the cookie to sell the illusion. “Back the fuck off, you giant bitch! It's obvious Pierce loves me over your fat ass.” Jackie gave him express permission, encouragement even, to swear at her beforehand. A bratty tiny was all the more satisfying to put in her place.
Jackie's hand descended upon the woman, nabbing her from her boyfriend and lifting her up to her scowling lips. “You think you're better than me? Look at you. You’re not even a fraction of the woman I am.”
“Ow! That hurts!” Pierce shouted, still doing the voice. In reality, Jackie held the cookie softly in her fingers, not wanting it to crumble just yet.
She turned her attention to her lover beneath her. “What could you possibly see in this whore? What did I do to push you away into her frail, spindly arms?”
“Well, you see, she, uh.” Pierce struggled to come up with a reason for why he would cheat on Jackie. Every morning, he woke up feeling like the luckiest man on the planet. He couldn't fathom why his character would throw that all away. “I'm, uh, sick of how you treated me. Yeah, you're always looking down on me. You think you're so high and mighty because you're bigger than me, but I'm not your toy. I hate how you treat me like your plaything. She may not be as cool as you, or smart as you, or kind as you, or as fun to hang around, or understanding like you are, and she's nowhere near as hot, but at least she treats me like a real man.”
God, I fucking love him. “If you wanted me to treat you like a man, then you should have been born one. I took great care of you. I loved you. But you had to ruin it all for this?” She shook the gingerbread lady in her grip, Pierce screaming for her in a high pitch voice.
“Please, don't hurt me! I'm a person too,” the gingerbread lady pleaded, regretting the jabs Pierce made her say earlier.
“A person? You?” Jackie lowered her captive to her chest, holding onto her as easily as she would a paper clip. “I could crush you between my tits, remind my once-beloved what a real woman is capable of. But …” Jackie returned the woman she pretended was crying to her waiting lips. “... I am feeling a touch peckish. A quick snack like you ought to hit the spot. And then think, you can finally become a real woman yourself! Well, part of one at least.”
Pierce took a moment to respond, enthralled by his lover’s taunts. Once he remembered where he was, he cleared his throat, switching back to his regular voice. “Stop! Please, don't hurt her. This is all my fault. Punish me, not her!”
“Oh, I intend to.” A devilish smirk crept up along her cheek watching her boyfriend feign terror. “Don't worry, I won't kill her yet. You both need to suffer first.” Jackie stood up to her full height, towering over the puny pastry home and the worthless ingrate inside it. She lifted her foot and held it over the hole in the roof, giving her lover a premier view of her bare sole. Mesmerized, it took Pierce a few seconds to realize she was waiting for him to get out of the way.
Pierce ran out the gingerbread door, its hinges held together with frosting, and turned around just in time to witness Jackie pulverizing one side of the house with her foot. The walls snapped and crumbled under her weight, collapsing without offering a hint of resistance.
“See, bitch? One step is all I needed to wipe out everything you've worked for. Your house, your property, your livelihood, they're nothing to me. Just like you.” Jackie lifted her foot off the floor, cookie crumbs and frosting covering her sole in a sugary bloodbath. The cotton candy couch Pierce made clung to the bottom of her foot, his efforts in crafting it reduced to a flat pink disk.
God, I fucking love her.
Pleased with the mess she made, Jackie sat down on the floor with her legs stretched out, planting her heel directly before her boyfriend. “Lick it clean.” She scooted closer and rested her feet on their sides, barricading Pierce between the two flesh tone walls. Without hesitating, Pierce pressed his plump naked body against Jackie's debris ridden sole and licked the gingerbread crumbs off it. Her foot tasted so sweet covered in sugar. Pierce made a mess of himself as he traveled across her sole, slurping up frosting and cookie crumbs as he went.
Jackie fought hard not to purr, desperate to stay in character while her little lover pampered her. He looked so cute down at her feet, and with his body covered in crumbled confections, it was a tall order not plucking him off the floor and tossing him into her mouth.
Pierce spent ten minutes running up and down the length of Jackie's foot, clearing off as much space as his meager body could manage. He could have gotten more done if he didn't stop every few seconds to kiss each part of her sole, but Jackie didn't mind the setback. Once she had her fun, and her lover had gotten hard enough, Jackie retracted her feet, planting them flat on the floor as she scooted closer to Pierce.
“Enough. You can't even clean my feet properly. What the fuck did I ever see in you?”
Pierce got on his knees and bowed, prostrating himself for his lover. “I'm sorry. Give me another chance. I beg of you.”
“Your chances ran out when I caught you lying with another woman.” Jackie propped her big toe’s nail under Pierce’s chin, tilting it so he was forced to look at her. Then, she kicked upwards, flipping the tiny onto his back. Pierce saw the dorm room ceiling for but a moment before Jackie's sole eclipsed it. She slammed her foot down onto her boyfriend and ground his body into the carpet, jerking his unwavering erection in the process. “You're of no use to me. Stay there where you belong, bug.”
Jackie turned her attention back to the gingerbread lady, whom she envisioned screaming and flailing helplessly within her grip. “On second thought, I know what I can do with you,” she said to Pierce. “One last hurrah before I snuff you out.” Jackie closed her fist around the gingerbread lady and removed her shirt, tossing it aside before unhooking her bra. Once her upper half was free of restraints, she lifted her foot off the floor and peeled Pierce off of her sole, holding the real tiny opposite the cookie. Jackie brought the gingerbread lady up to her lips and made her dance from side to side. “Any last words to your mistress before I gobble her up?”
“No, uh, Becca! I'm sorry!” Pierce shouted, pulling out a random name from his head in their final moments together.
The evil grin vanished from Jackie's face, her expression going cold. “Not that name. Pick a different one.”
Pierce furrowed his brow, breaking character too. “Really? I coulda swore we've used Becca before.”
“Not for this. Pick something else.” Jackie wasn't budging, her gaze remaining steady on her boyfriend.
“Okay, um.” Pierce scratched his head as he scoured his inner lexicon for a usable female name. “Amy?”
“Amy works.” Jackie opened her mouth and licked the frosting off Amy's chest, the corners of her lips curling upwards once more.
Pierce cleared his throat again to get back into the role. “Amy! No!”
Jackie's tongue slithered around Amy's back, pulling her from Jackie's fingers and guiding her into the mouth. Pierce watched in horror as the vermilion gates sealed around his cookie mistress, a fate he watched himself experience several times in the mirror at Jackie's behest. In seconds, the outer edges of the gingerbread woman dissolved in Jackie's saliva, its cookie composition incapable of withstanding the tropical climate within the giant woman's maw.
Before her prey could whittle away any further, Jackie swallowed Amy whole, the cookie woman breaking apart as her esophagus constricted around it.
“No!” Pierce stretched his arm out, trying to grasp at a woman forever out of his reach. Jackie pressed her boyfriend up against her neck, forcing him to feel the lump traveling down her throat. She dragged him down past her collar, following Amy’s descent from the other side, guided him through her cleavage, and pinned him to the space below her left breast, pressing his head against her skin so he could hear her prey land in the living vat of acid.
“Can you hear her screaming?” Jackie asked in a husky whisper.
“I can. It sounds like she’s crying.” Pierce felt Jackie’s moan crawl up through her gut. “I can feel her too. She’s banging her fists against the walls.” Jackie dipped her free hand below her shorts’ waistband. “She’s screaming, ‘Let me out! Let me out!’” She rubbed her clit vigorously, her breath hastening as she listened to her lover. “She must be in agony, her skin turning pink as it melts into goop.” Pierce had to speak up so she could hear him over her grunting. “She stopped moving. I bet she’s huddled up, chest deep in the pool of digestive fluids, her blood seeping into the waters and her tears disappearing in the acrid lake.”
“Keep talking! Don’t stop!”
“Everything she lived for, everything she accomplished, all the hopes and dreams she had for the future, all of it is getting reduced to a couple calories for you. You just consumed an entire life to get enough energy to last you a five minute walk. Her body is going to break down into unrecognizable chunks, pass through your stomach into your intestine, get torn apart by your villi and converted into a scant amount of nutrients. Whatever’s left of her will be excreted as waste and flushed down the toilet. Once your body is through with her, it’ll be like she was never there. A whole person. Gone. Without you having to spare a single thought.”
“OOOOOOhhhhhhh!” Unable to hold back any longer, Jackie flung her boyfriend into her mouth, assaulting him with her tongue as soon as he entered. His desert coating melted as she pinned him to her soft and hard palates, the sugar rush only fueling her dopamine spike harder. She thought about the woman in her stomach, how helpless that bitch was, how superior she was. She rubbed her clit until ejaculate seeped through her panties and onto her fingers. Pierce put up a fight in her mouth, thrashing against her indomitable muscle as if he had any hope of escape. His iron hard member told her he was having as good a time as she was, the tiny giving his all to please his lover. She kneaded his sweet parts into her tongue, hoping to eke out the one part of him she could eat.
In short time, the two exploded, Pierce busting one out against his girlfriend’s tongue, and Jackie reaching her own climax in the process. Jackie picked Pierce out of her mouth with her clean hand, savoring his offering before gulping it down. Its salty tang paired well with the sugary sweets she consumed prior. The two both breathing heavy, Jackie lied flat on the floor and pressed Pierce against her lips, the tiny reciprocating her barrage of kisses with puny pecks of his own.
By the time Amy dissolved into an unrecognizable mass, Jackie sat back up, holding her boyfriend in her open palm. She broke off a small chunk of the gingerbread house's still standing wall and handed it to Pierce, nabbing the rest of it for herself. The couple chowed down together, staring at each other and giggling as they lost themselves in the other's mirth.
“I'll be honest, this tasted better on your foot.”
Jackie snorted, almost causing Pierce to choke. “I was about to say, this doesn't have the same punch without you accompanying it.” Jackie brought her hand to her mouth and kissed her lover again. Pierce half-expected her to pull him inside, but for now, she was content just holding him.
******
“What do we have here?” Alena moseyed across her dorm room in her bra and panties towards the shin-high house sitting on the floor. A gingerbread couple were playing out in their front yard while their gingerbread friends relaxed inside.
“That's them. Those are the intruders who dare trespass in our domain.” Lynn, scantily clad in lingerie, looked down at her fellow tinies from the lofty heights of her girlfriend’s shoulder. From her perspective, those beneath her were but ants. “They’ve even built themselves a house. As if they have any right to live on our hallowed grounds.”
“Disgusting pests. Left to fester at our feet. I say we make an example out of them. Show them that their kind isn't wanted here.” Alena squatted in front of the house and snatched a two inch tall gingerbread man off the floor, dangling the hapless parasite before her and her lover.
“They should feel honored to lose their lives at your immaculate hands.” Lynn walked across Alena's shoulder to get to her neck, kissing her giant lover's cheek. “Such a fate is more than they deserve.”
“Any special requests on how I dispatch them?” Alena asked, at a loss on how best to play the cruel giantess. She watched some porn beforehand to get into the role, but the finer points still eluded her.
“Surprise me.” Lynn could tell by the look Alena shot her that she wasn't satisfied with that answer. The tiny sighed, wondering how long it’d take for Alena’s self-esteem to stand on its own. “Follow your heart, see where it leads you. I'm sure to enjoy whatever you have in store. Believe in yourself as I do, my darling Alena.” Lynn gave her another kiss and then took a step back, eagerly awaiting the show.
Follow my heart? Alena stared at the cookie in her hand. According to her heart, or maybe her stomach, there was only one logical conclusion. Alena bit off the gingerbread man's legs.
“Damn!” Lynn hopped back on her feet, shocked by Alena's visceral first move. “You tore him in half!”
“I thought about chewing him all up at once, but I figured he ought to suffer first for his transgressions,” Alena said, spattering the gingerbread man in his own crumbs as she flapped her gums.
What are you doubting yourself for? You're a natural!
Alena stuck her tongue out and laid what remained of the gingerbread man on her tongue, drawing him slowly into his final resting place. Without a second thought or a shred of mercy, Alena moved her prey onto her molars and pulverized him into cookie dust, swallowing his eviscerated corpse down with her spit.
Lynn trembled in delight watching Alena's cheeks move, her jaw ravaging the confectionery tiny within. Her Alena was so much greater than she gave herself credit for, and seeing Alena embrace her superiority and enact her wicked will on those beneath them, even if it was all just pretend, sent Lynn's heart soaring.
“Now, for you …” Alena plucked the next tiny off the floor and examined it. This one was a woman; she could tell because of the two chocolate chips Lynn stuck onto her chest. She held the gingerbread lady up to her shoulder side-by-side with her little lover.
“Hmmm. Nope. My Lynn has the better tits.”
“Ha! You know it!”
“And don't get me started on this ass.” Alena twisted the cookie in her hand to view it from the side. “Look at how flat it is! I've seen cardboard cutouts with more sex appeal than you.”
“Maybe you should give her a demonstration,” Lynn suggested, practically frothing from the mouth. “Let her spend her last moments appreciating some real curves.”
“You won't get jealous?”
Lynn shook her head. “Lynn Richards envies no one. This skank will die a blemish on your perfect figure while I'll live on to reap all the rewards.”
“Sorry, miss. But her wish is my command. So, try and enjoy your final breaths.” Alena hooked one arm under her breasts and slotted the gingerbread woman into her cleavage, sticking her far enough in so that only the top of her head poked out. Then, she placed her hands at either side of her breasts and pressed them together as hard as she could. The cookie girl crumbled in an instant, trapped between a mountain’s worth of fatty flesh. Her powdered remains dusted her killer's mocha skin. Once Alena let go and her breasts settled, Lynn’s eyes bulged at the atomized woman. For as much time as she spent buried in them, Lynn never considered just how powerful her girlfriend’s mammaries were. Perhaps a stress test was in order, though it would have to wait until Alena’s show was over.
Alena tried brushing the crumbs off her tits, but she made so many that it was impossible to get them all. Giving up, Alena sat down and straddled the gingerbread house between her legs, her knees bent so that their peaks rose above the confectionery roof.
“Do you remember how many little guys we put in there?” Alena asked, gazing at her lover on her shoulder.
“At least two. Maybe four?”
“How about …” Without warning, Alena slammed her thighs together, annihilating the gingerbread house with the strength of a thunderclap. The roof flew off the house, the rest of it reduced to dust between Alena’s mammothian thighs. Lynn almost fell off her lover’s shoulder, squealing like a pig at the market. Peering between her legs, nothing was left to stand amidst the rubble; any cookie people indistinguishable from the debris. “... zero.”
Lynn collapsed into a babbling mess, draped over Alena’s shoulder like a wet rag. She convulsed with euphoria, her lace panties soaked clean through. Using her thumb and forefinger, Alena plucked her little lover off her shoulder and held her before her expansive face. To this day, it amazed Alena. Not only could she hold the sexiest woman on campus, nay, in the whole world in one hand, but she could make that same woman cum with so little effort.
“Having fun?” Alena asked, drinking in Lynn's wriggling figure. Her pea-sized breasts threatened to spill out from her bra as she writhed in Alena's grip.
“I love you so fucking much.” Lynn struggled to speak with how hard she chewed on her lower lip. “Now, enough teasing. I want you to fucking ravage me.”
“Aw, but teasing you is the best part.” Alena poked a finger between Lynn's breasts and tore off her bra, the tiny rushing to cover her exposed chest on instinct. But Alena's finger proved stronger, knocking Lynn's hand away and zeroing in on her left tit. Alena pressed it like a button, digging that minuscule nipple into the grooves of her fingerprint and dragging a barrage of yelps out of her tiny girlfriend.
Not yet satisfied, Alena lowered her finger off Lynn's puny chest, traced it down her flat abdomen following the curve of her hourglass figure, and tucked the tip of it into the sodden waistband of Lynn's panties. Lynn tried not to kick as Alena slid her panties down her slender legs, but the pressure her lover put on her crotch was too much to ignore. Alena managed to remove the panties from her struggling partner, getting a good look at her pussy and the fluid dripping from its petals.
“How much do you love me?” Alena asked, fighting the temptation to dive straight in.
“With all my heart!”
“Is that all?”
Lynn writhed in Alena's grip, dangling in the air and desperate for more of her touch. “I love you more than anyone else in the whole world! More than all of them combined!”
Alena didn't budge. That wasn't the answer she was looking for.
“I love you more than words can describe. I'd die for you. I'd kill for you. You're greater than a summer's day. You're sweeter than a river's worth of milk and honey. You glimmer brighter than gold. Your radiance outshines the sun and moon. The stars are jealous of your splendor. Of all the queens to ever reign, none compare to your majesty. I'll love you for the rest of my life and far beyond that. When the sun explodes and the universe grows cold and lifeless, you'll still feel the heat of my burning love!”
“Pretty words, but you can do better.”
Lynn stared through Alena's glasses deep into her soul and pulled out the answer she sought. She yearned to hear the one sentence no one else ever had before. “I love you more than I love myself!”
“That's more like it.”
Lynn lurched forward as Alena brought the little lady to her mouth, sticking her tongue out to catch her lover in its slimy embrace. She licked Lynn's upper body, starting at her crotch and leaving a trail of spit all the way to her face. She loved the sensation of those perky nipples mingling with her taste buds, and the taste of Lynn's arousal was simply divine. The rhapsodic moaning was music to her ears. She considered stuffing the whole of her into her mouth, and certainly Lynn wouldn’t mind, but the randy damsel specifically requested a ravaging, and she had more than one hole to stuff a tiny into.
Alena pulled open the front tab of her panties, allowing Lynn to catch a glimpse of the bush waiting to ensnare her. The tiny wriggled hard between Alena’s fingers, trying to break free to reach her destination quicker. But Alena was in control, and she lowered her lover at her own pace, Lynn helpless to resist.
As Lynn approached the promised land, she stretched her neck out as far as she could and kissed the pudgy belly guarding the gates to paradise. Alena nearly stopped, amazed at how those little lips still had such sway over her massive form, but she was determined to deliver what they both desired. She pushed her girlfriend past her pubic mound, guided her to her welcoming labia, and shoved her inside on a bed of fingers.
“Oh God!” Alena held Lynn tight as the tiny got to work, bucking against the walls of Alena’s vagina. Lynn watched Alena disappear from sight the further in she got; her massive face hidden behind her bush, and then the entire outside world lost beyond the pink ceiling. Darkness overtook the tiny as she delved inside her lover, each sudden, flailing movement she made sending waves of pleasure crashing into the giantess. And Alena returned the favor, grasping Lynn from behind and forcing her against her pussy’s roof, her fingers groping that firm dumpling of a behind. She pushed her lover deep enough to reach her G-spot, Lynn squirming against Alena’s erogenous zone and making her giant woman squirm in tandem.
Drenched in ejaculate and buried in woman, Lynn danced with as much ferocity as her puny body could manage. She put vibrators to shame with the strength of her convulsions. Femcum seeped from her nethers and lost itself in the sea of her lover’s. Bliss was the only thing on Lynn’s mind. Hers. Her partner’s. Their shared euphoria her proudest achievement.
Alena collapsed onto her back as she climaxed, Lynn going limp as she joined her. Slowly, she pulled her hand from out of her panties, the little lady cradled in her sticky fingers. Alena held her up to her chest, lingering gingerbread crumbs plastered to her hand, and stared fondly at the exhausted Lynn.
“I was going to say I could use a shower, but you clearly need one more than me.”
“I’m only taking one if we do so together.” Lynn stretched out on Alena’s hand, smearing her girlfriend’s fluids all over it. The tiny didn’t appear to mind the mess coating her; she was too busy partying on cloud nine.
“Is sex all you ever think about?”
“With you as my partner, can you blame me?” Lynn asked, sending Alena’s blood rushing to her cheeks and fogging her glasses in the process. The guise of a cruel sadist had completely vanished, replaced with a flustered smile.
“L-let’s go get that shower warmed up.”
******
Heather strutted down the floating glass staircase within her penthouse suite, naked as the day she was born. Her athletic build moved with a confidence befitting of divinity, every toned muscle and firm curve on full display to her audience of one. At least, it should have been.
Walking into the main living room, Heather strolled past the nine-room gingerbread estate she built earlier that afternoon. It stood halfway up her calf and proved to be a proper bitch to haul from the campus cafeteria to the top floor of the luxury hotel. The chocolate syrup pool spilled over multiple times, flooding the neighboring fitness center and toppling Javi’s graham cracker tiki bar. But the rest of the mansion remained mostly intact.
Heather took one step past the front entrance and froze. She turned her gaze down towards it, waiting for someone to show himself, but the gingerbread door stayed shut. “Ahem!”
Crickets. If there was any activity within the sprawling house, Heather was too high up to hear it. She turned around and knelt before her candy creation. “Excuse me. Anybody home?”
Nada. Heather’s brow twitched. An insolent worm refused to acknowledge her presence, and she wasn’t having that. She lowered herself to the floor and stuck her index finger out. “Knock knock.”
Attempting to knock on the cookie door, Heather smashed right through it, knocking Javi on his ass as he nimbly dodged the oncoming battering ram.
“Jesus Christ!”
“Sorry!” Heather tried pulling her finger out, but took the entire door with her, the cookie wafer peeling off its frosting hinges. Javi poked his head out of the doorway, covering his mouth but failing to hide his amusement. “Uh, I mean,” Heather bit the door off her finger and swallowed it before standing up to her full height, casting a shadow over the mite at her feet while assuming a more stoic expression. “What is the meaning of this, mortal?”
Javi cleared his throat and leaned against the doorway, bending one knee and checking his nails to express his disinterest. “What are you asking me for? You broke down my door.” Unlike his girlfriend, er, goddess, the tiny was fully clothed, wearing an old T-shirt and jeans he didn’t mind getting candy gunk all over.
“I am your sovereign deity. You are to present yourself and display your fealty when I pass by. Not huddle in this pathetic hovel like a rat hiding from the trapper.”
Javi craned his neck to keep eye contact with Heather, though his eyes dipped a few times to appreciate the rest of her. “Hey, this place ain’t that bad. Did you see the pool?”
“Not even big enough for a foot bath.” Adorning a playful smirk, Heather stepped around the house, found the pool room at the back corner, and stomped it to rubble, caking her foot in gingerbread crumbs and chocolate syrup.
Javi ran around the corner, clutching his head upon seeing the destruction Heather wrought. “What the Hell! I haven’t paid off the mortgage yet!”
“You wish to pay tribute? Then pay it to me. Or else …” Heather turned around, resting her hands on her knees and jutting her butt out behind her. Her bare ass hovered over the gingerbread mansion, swaying from side to side in dreadful anticipation. She held the pose long enough for her boyfriend to get a good look. Javi tried his best to stay in character, but even his giant girlfriend could see the stiffy forming in his pants.
Like a falling tree, Heather descended ass first onto the gingerbread mansion. Javi watched on in horrified arousal as the meteoric moon plummeted onto his home. With a loud crack, the center rooms crumbled under the goddess’ glutes, the rest before her decimated by her outstretched legs. All in all, six rooms fell beneath Heather’s tremendous weight, leaving only the foyer and two rooms along the outer edge standing. Her calves, thighs, and buttocks were all coated in a fine layer of cookie dust and painted by the crushed candy furnishings’ artificial dyes.
“This is what happens to those who fail to worship me. Capitulate to my will, or watch as I destroy everything you hold dear.” Heather cackled an evil laugh. The feigned shock scrawled across Javi’s face delighted her to no end. Once again she fell over, a towering structure plummeting with speed that defied her size. She collapsed onto her side, resting her head in her hand and crushing the mansion’s foyer beneath her elbow and armpit. Now, Javi’s stiffy was impossible to ignore, the tiny wishing he wore sweats instead of jeans. He weighed whether unzipping would be out of character or not. “So, feeling pious yet?”
Fuck yes. “Fuck no!” Javi unzipped as discreetly as he could, but otherwise stood defiant of his goddess.
“Very well.” Laughing maniacally, Heather rolled onto her back, demolishing the rest of the gingerbread estate with her powerful muscles and covering almost every inch of her back side with cookie dust. A few crumbs even got entangled in her white and green hair. “Such a shame. This hovel was nicer than what most of you mortals squabble together.” She plucked her boyfriend off the floor, the tiny flailing belligerently in the air, and dangled him over her. “But it clearly inflated your ego. Let this be a lesson in the value of humility.”
“Well, where am I supposed to live now, you big bitch?” Javi bit his tongue the moment the word left his lips. He did not like calling his girlfriend that, but he got wrapped up in the character and spat it out in a fit of fictional rage.
Heather stared at him with wide eyes and blushing cheeks. That wasn’t the first time a man called her a bitch, but that was the first time she enjoyed it. “Oh, I have arrangements in mind, and they should work wonders on that attitude of yours.” Heather stood up while holding her boyfriend at eye level, never letting the little hunk escape her view. She stared at him with an insatiable lust, a need, a hunger to conquer his very essence. If Javi wasn’t turned on himself, he’d be scared shitless.
Over on the in-house bar’s countertop sat a bottle of lube. The heiress placed it there earlier in the evening, knowing full well where the night was headed. Gripping Javi delicately in her fingers, Heather stripped the tiny of his shirt, pants, and underwear, having mastered the act through regular practice with both the real Javi and his doll counterpart. She froze for a moment, taking her time in appreciating the college athlete’s musculature and his member standing at full-mast. But the yearning to shove all that man inside of her took hold, and in no time flat, Heather held the lube bottle in one hand and doused her lover in its contents.
Javi rubbed the lube out of his eyes just in time to spot the full moon hanging above him. Heather stuck her ass out as she leaned over the countertop, her neverending legs suspending her rump high into the air, and grabbed one cheek with her free hand, spreading it apart from its twin. Javi stared straight into the eye of the puckered rim and laughed, the cyclopean gullet staring back unblinking.
Before he could come up with words of protest, Javi found himself mashed face first into his girlfriend’s asshole. Feeling his welcome presence, the gates opened and accepted his offering, swallowing his head and shoulders with incredible ease. The lube gave Javi no means of resistance, slipping past the anus and into Heather’s rectum. The dank, sweltering air singed his skin and drained sweat from his pores in seconds. The stuffy environment and foul odor made it tough to breathe, but if Javi could push through double overtime and clinch a hard fought win, then crawling through his girlfriend’s trenches to get her to climax was a walk in the park.
The walls of tissue closed in on Javi as Heather stood straight. Every step she took shifted his world, grinding him against her inner flesh. Heather took her time waltzing from the bar to the sofa, savoring every little twitch she felt from the man inside her. Eventually, she reached the couch and collapsed belly down onto it. She’d leave the maids an extra large tip for getting all the cookie dust off the white silk upholstery.
Feeling her boyfriend squirm inside her, Heather grabbed each of her firm cheeks and pressed them together, clenching hard and trapping Javi within an inescapable prison. But Javi had no plans on escaping, kissing and humping the walls of his girlfriend’s rectum. The sensation of those puny lips pecking her delicate inner skin drove Heather wild, increasing the pressure she exerted on Javi’s body. In turn, Javi fought harder against the converging walls, grinding his stalwart manhood into the rubbery flesh enveloping him. Groans and grunts reverberated throughout Heather’s body, reaching the tiny’s ears and motivating him to push ever harder.
Amidst the ceaseless rush of euphoria, Heather’s mind never left her lover. She couldn’t believe the sensations he made her feel. Physically. Emotionally. Almost two months into their relationship, she could never bear to part with him, his presence always delighting her in every way imaginable. Is this what love is?, she pondered in the heat of passion. Is this what it feels like?
Javi’s mind drifted to similar places. Within the Hell that was a human’s ass, he could only feel the eternal pleasure of Heaven. He had been with plenty of women, most of which were bigs, and had been shoved into every orifice imaginable, and though he always succeeded in pleasing his partner, never settling for anything less, Heather was the one woman who brought him to the same heights in the process. Each time. Without fail. He could spend the whole night up her butthole and not once miss the outside air.
And so the couple spent their evening joined below the waist, their hearts and minds in perfect harmony.