Chapter 12
Dan spent an excruciatingly long evening trapped in Gracie’s bra, but all things considered felt it a far better alternative to sitting cold and naked in his own filth in the darkness of Francine’s glass prison.
Gracie's escapades seemed endless; she had an insatiable appetite for nightlife and surrounded herself with loud, flamboyant company. More than once, Dan found himself uncomfortably jostled and groped as strangers shamelessly fondled the breasts he was trapped between. It was frustrating—he was an unwilling spectator to countless flirtatious advances, forced to endure the cheesy pickup lines of eager university men as they vied for a chance with Gracie Lee Delmont.
The atmosphere outside was one thing; inside, however, Dan was enduring an entirely different kind of torment. The space around him was stiflingly hot, the air thick with suffocating humidity that clung to his skin like a second layer. Every movement Gracie made sent a ripple through his surroundings, pressing him tighter against the soft, shifting walls that confined him. The rhythmic jostling, the unpredictable sways and sudden shifts, left him dizzy and disoriented, his stomach churning with nausea. Each breath he took was heavy with the scent of fabric and body heat, the oppressive warmth making it impossible to find even the smallest moment of relief. He felt trapped in a living, breathing prison, forced to endure every step, every motion, as if he were nothing more than a forgotten object caught in the chaos of Gracie's wild night.
Had his situation not been so dire, it may have actually been amusing. Unfortunately, Dan had no time for amusement, one doofus had managed to work his way past Gracie's defenses and was en route to what Dan could only imagine was his 'pad' to 'score' with her. Dan was frantic...this was one erotic novel he did not want to be a part of.
The small talk gradually faded as alcohol took hold, leaving little room for conversation. Both gargantuan gods seemed less interested in words and more in action. It became abundantly clear to Dan, in his sober state, that Gracie was still very much in control of her sensibilities. While his vision was obscured by Gracie's creamy flesh, he could hear well enough, and it was evident that young, innocent Gracie was, in fact, calling the shots; even if it appeared she was not. She was leading from below, manipulating the young man cleverly. This was a side of Gracie he’d wished he hadn’t seen, but more than that, really wished he wasn’t about to become a part of.
Dan desperately tried to escape within his own mind, to imagine himself somewhere, anywhere else but here. He willed his thoughts to drift, to detach from the reality pressing in on him, but the more physical the faceless lovers became, the harder it was to block them out. Their voices grew louder, their movements more erratic, shaking his tiny world with every shift. Even the very air around him seemed to betray his efforts, growing hotter as Gracie’s body responded to the heat of the moment, pulling him further into the suffocating reality he wanted so badly to ignore.
The reality of being discovered dawned on him and he began to wonder how he was going to go about explaining himself, or even if he'd be given the chance. Would they recognize him as human? Would they be able to understand and hear him? Francine hadn’t been able to hear him, but maybe younger, keener ears could. It was far more likely, however, that they would miss him altogether, dismiss him as nothing more than a fleck of dust. It was likely he would become a casualty to their lovemaking, the thought of which made Dan feel incredibly insignificant and angry.
“Urg…this is disgusting…come on Gracie, do better!” Dan groaned, having given up on
Gracie began to purr as her body rocked back and forth from the intense thrusting. The slapping of skin on skin was both felt and heard, merging with the breathless moans and gasps that filled the air. The sounds swirled together like a storm of lust, a tangled symphony of raw, unfiltered passion crashing over him in relentless waves.
Dan felt the world around him tremble as a bright light flooded his cramped space. He craned his neck back, his body still pressed firmly between Gracie's breasts. Her bra clung tightly, holding the two mammaries together, but her shirt had been removed, granting him a limited view through the delicate black lace of her bra.
Gracie was positioned on top of her partner, a thin man with short brown hair, a scruffy face, and a hairless chest. Dan couldn't make out much else and, truthfully, he had little desire to.
"Heh, so she likes to be on top...doesn't surprise me." Dan chuckled, humor his coping mechanism of choice, given that his sanity was holding on by a thread given all he had been through thus far.
Of course, the relative serenity wouldn’t last forever. Soon, the fleshy walls around him squeezed together, engulfing him from all sides in a tomb of rippling flesh. Without the use of his ears, voice, eyes, or lungs, he lay in total sensory deprivation, as outside forces worked beyond his line of sight—the consequences of becoming entangled in the sex lives of the gods.
"Oohhhh!" Gracie threw her head back, moaning in pleasure.
Dan briefly regained the use of his lungs as light and oxygen flooded into his confines. Dazed and disoriented, he struggled to process the overwhelming sensations around him as his situation went from bad to worse.
After a long and passionate groan, her lover threw Gracie down onto the bed and flipped around, mounting her with his legs pinning her arms to her side.
Dan heard through the black mesh bra, "Your turn!", and groaned, this wasn’t over, it had only just begun.
Gracie’s heartbeat thundered in her chest, relentless and deafening. Her breath came in sharp, quick gasps, as soft moans and whimpers escaped her lips as her lover went to task.
He longed to be anywhere but where he was, but even if he could escape the space between Gracie’s breasts, the thought of being stranded wherever 'here' terrified him. Gracie, as Donna's sister, held a close connection to her; one he could use to get closer to Donna. Sooner or later, Gracie would cross paths with her, and he wanted to be there when it happened. Being stuck in some frat house, hotel room, or whatever it was, would only push him further away from Donna, further from ending his nightmare, and further from returning to his normal life. He had to stick with Gracie, regardless of her activities.
The dangers of staying where he was couldn't be ignored either. Gracie had nearly ended his life with one passionate squeeze of her breasts; another would likely be even harder and more intense, as love's passion lowered inhibitions. Dan's body couldn’t withstand that, and neither could his mind. He realized he had no choice but to find a new place to wait out the storm, he had to find a place to hide where he could seek shelter from the colliding bodies of these titans, all while staying close to Gracie in the process.
As she lay on her back, her breasts relaxed significantly, allowing Dan to maneuver his way upward. As the thrusting and groaning intensified, he seized the opportunity to pull himself free from the firm hold Gracie’s breasts had on him, emerging cautiously. Both lovers were fully distracted by each other, unaware of Dan’s presence,
“I’m going to need serious therapy bills after this,” Dan muttered, and it was true. He had seen and learned so much that, even if he somehow made it out alive, he wasn’t sure how he could face Donna, Gracie, or even Francine again. How does a man start his life over after hearing what he had heard, after listening to his family, those closest to him, pick apart every flaw, every mistake, as though he were on trial?
Gracie brought her hands up again, pressing her breasts together once more. This time, she rubbed them and squeezed tightly with both hands, her painted nails digging into her own flesh. Dan was glad to be free in time, but stumbled along Gracie's collarbone as her whole body trembled. From his angular vantage point, he had a stunning view of the bottom of her chin, which only intensified the uncomfortable feeling of inadequacy. Meanwhile, the shadow of the strange man loomed over them both, and the heat from their bodies was absolutely sweltering.
“Just don’t look up…don’t look up.” Dan repeated to himself, determined to stay focused solely on the task at hand. He had to figure out where to go, safety was paramount.
He could head for her hair, a tangled mess of dirty blonde curls, but if she chose to shower after sex, he would be washed away. He thought about taking shelter in her ear, maybe after all was said and done he could communicate with her while he was there? Another option was to head for the pile of clothes likely thrown somewhere off to the side. She couldn’t leave without her pants after all!
Dan's decision was made for him, as Gracie sat up quickly, stiffening in a moment of intense pleasure. She kissed the stranger, fingers threading into his hair as she guided his lips to hers, then ran her nails along the side of his cheek and neck as her lips hovered just beyond reach of his. Dan tumbled down, over her right breast, the soft familiar globes of flesh that had housed him previously, rescued him from Francine’s death sentence and landed with a smack on the smooth skin of her stomach, rolling past her navel, from there he rolled downward towards her pelvic bone, where the two gargantuan body's became one.
"Fuck, shit….fuck!" Dan cursed, frantically clawing and tumbling as he tried to slow his descent. Once stationary, he scrambled to try and climb back to Gracie's stomach area, all too eager to avoid the grinding pelvises working fervently behind him.
Her genitalia was shaven and smooth, the skin surrounding was red and overly sensitive from their lovemaking. Dan feared the worst, he was going to die, crushed between two lovers in the midst of their passion. This was not how he had imagined his shrinking adventure would unfold; it was far from what he had envisioned. Everything had gone from bad to worse. As Dan slipped further and further down with each violent thrust, he felt a deep sense of regret. He had wanted to explore this fantasy with Donna, not alienate himself from the human race. He never imagined he would become something so insignificant, forced to fight for survival in even the most mundane situations. He was going to die, and he didn’t feel afraid, he felt ashamed, and lonely.
He was a man. A human being! Not some insignificant gnat, helplessly caught in the tangled mess of youthful, reckless passion. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He had once been a full-sized man with his own life, his own autonomy. Now, here he was, reduced to nothing more than a speck, an afterthought in the midst of a primal act he had no power to stop. The absurdity of his situation consumed him, unable to even begin to process how far he had fallen. Once a man of agency, now nothing but an accessory to someone else’s carnal indulgence, as powerless and insignificant as the dust they might brush away without a second thought.
Gracie let out a soft, breathy moan and grasped the bed sheets. Her lover pressed against her, pulling her closer, his hand gripping her hip. After a brief moment, the man slowly began to withdraw.
"N…not yet…" Gracie moaned and took hold of the man's waist, pulling him back to her greedily.
Dan tumbled down, landing softly against the warm, damp curve of Gracie’s thighs, just above the sensitive, inviting center of her body. His fingers dug desperately into the flesh around him, but the slickness of her skin made him slip further, the intoxicating scent and heat pulling him deeper into the delicate, sticky warmth.
“Urg! No, not like this! Please, no!” Dan writhed, panic building as his surroundings became more suffocating. His breath hitched, his body trembling with dread. He turned his head, eyes widening in horror, as a looming shadow eclipsed him. Above him, a massive form descended, threatening, overpowering. A condom-clad figure, wrapping him in its looming presence before it thrust him deeper into the oppressive, heated darkness of Gracie's body.
Dan’s heart pounded as panic clawed at his chest. He wasn’t going to die crushed by them, no. It was worse. He was going to be swallowed whole, lost within the suffocating heat, trapped in an intimate space he never wished to be in. His body felt so small, insignificant, completely at the mercy of forces beyond his control, and the overwhelming sensation of helplessness pressed against him like a vice.
Never in his fantasies had he imagined intimacy with a woman unfolding in this way, trusted further and further back, assaulted mercilessly by a stranger's formidable Manhood. The rubbery condom covered phallus forced him further and further back against the thick muscular walls of Gracie's tightly closed cervix. Dan's small size saved him from becoming crushed between the two sex members, as there was precious little room to spare as the two gods continued on.
"Don't you two ever get tired!" It was chilling. He had narrowly escaped the unthinkable fate of being digested. He’d faced death a second time, trapped between Francine’s smelly socks and the insole of her shoe... and somehow managed a third comeback when Gracie, the ignorant giantess, rescued him from the amulet. Each time fate offered a glimmer of escape, it would cruelly snatch it away, dragging him back into the nightmare.
Dan’s scream was desperate, raw and frantic, as he pounded helplessly against the undulating, carnivorous walls, "No…not in here…not like this…" Dan cried out, his voice snatched away from him, absorbed by the flesh around him. "Donna, I’m sorry.” He found himself repeating these words, the very same words he had said before, no less true now than they had been then. “I’m sorry for all of this, Sweetie.
The cacophonous love making picked up in intensity, and the swollen appendage that was thrusting in and out of Gracie's womanhood began to cause another very predictable reaction, one Dan had been dreading in the back of his mind, Gracie was close to climax.
Juices from all around began to accumulate, the atmosphere growing hotter, redder, wetter by the second as muscular walls began to contract. Gracie let out another soft moan in rhythm with her partner's, then matching his pitch, faster and faster, with more force each time. Then, in one fluid motion the man's shaft pulled back, Gracie's vagina walls pushed forward squeezing everything in and around it outward and Dan was thrust out in the direction of the exit as Gracie reached her breaking point, the summit of ecstasy, then released all the tension she had been building up all at once.
"Ahh!" Dan screamed as he crashed into the blue latex condom, stuck to it fast by the sticky fragrant juices that covered him like a sticky thick film.
"That was…um…good job." Gracie whispered, breathless, lips curling upward into a small, crooked smile. “Wanna go again?”
"You're relentless…” The deeper voice gasped, between breaths.
“I understand if you need a break.” There was a tickle of humor in her voice, buried deep under a warm glowing blanket of satisfaction.
Dan heard the soft, droning lul of their pillow talk, two slow, deep, resonating voices from the heavens, above him, alien and unreachable. It made him long for Donna and what they used to share, and left him with a deep void of loneliness. There was nowhere he wanted to be more right now than nestling next to Donna talking after a night of passionate lovemaking. Tangled up with her in bed with her warm and happy, as she slept with her arm draped over him and her head resting on his chest. Not stuck to a condom listening to the thunder of titans.
Dan withered and fought to free himself from the sticky prison, but was too weak to make any progress. He cried out in frustration as the oppressive warmth gave way to an unbearable, bitter cold. Just then, a massive, looming presence descended on him, and he looked up to see a gargantuan masculine hand grasping the shaft of the condom.
"Stop, please no!" Dan cried out as the hand rolled down the condom, wrapping him up in the used damp plastic prison and crumbling it idly. “This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening!”
Dan’s strength drained away, leaving him weak and powerless. The heavy thumping of footfalls vibrated through the fragile plastic, and the world moved around him, indifferent to his plight. He watched through the translucent blue film as the giant, like a god unaffected by his presence, casually discarded him into the trash can. The rustling of the garbage bag as the condom was tossed aside. He could hear the man urinating, the sound mocking him from inside the small, suffocating space. Then the footsteps faded, each echo fading with them, until the light went dark. Alone again.
"Oh god, please... someone help me!" Dan’s voice cracked in a raw plea. "I can’t stay here… Get me out!" His hands pushed helplessly against the tight, cold latex that clung to him like a suffocating shroud. "Gracie... don’t leave me... don’t leave me here..." His voice faltered, his body writhing in a desperate, futile struggle. Thrown away after it was over, discarded like nothing more than a used condom. He wasn’t a man anymore. Not really. Just a worthless thing to be crumpled and thrown away, like trash.
Dan cried softly in the cold darkness. Gracie was going to leave and with her any chance he had of getting back to Donna.
There was no use in trying anymore, the trash was where he belonged.