My Girlfriend's New Boyfriend by omanahan88

“Hey babe?” John shouted, hearing the dull thump of his long term girlfriend walking around their apartment. After about a minute of waiting, Amy entered the living room from the hallway, currently working to put on a pair of cute silver earrings. As she tilted her head to begin working on the other ear, her long, bright blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders as she regarded him with gorgeous hazel eyes. 

“Yeah babe?” She asked, leaning slightly against the wall as she continued to prepare for work. John shifted uncomfortably in his seat, nervous about the conversation that he was about to broach. 

“Ummmm, this weekend…are you going to see Phil?” John’s voice lacked any semblance of confidence as he spoke, and watching the light leave his girlfriend’s eyes as she digested the question, he only began to feel worse and worse. All the warmth seemed to leave the room as Amy stood up straight, crossing her arms as she gazed firmly back in his direction. 

“Yes.” She replied blankly, her tone conveying anything but pleasure at this interaction. Phil was Amy’s ex-boyfriend from about six years ago, the one she had been dating right before she and John got together, and currently he was one of the biggest points of contention in their relationship today. John sat up straight, clearing his throat, deciding that there wasn’t ever going to be a better time to have this talk than right now. 

“Could we… talk about that for a minute.” John asked timidly. Amy shut her eyes and let out a heavy sigh, rubbing her fingers along the bridge of her nose. 

“Jesus Christ John…” She said, still not looking at him. “You’re the one who asked me to fucking blow him!” 

“No, I know. It’s not that…” John explained. As Amy had just alluded to, around nine months ago he had begun begging his loving partner to meet up with other men to offer them fellatio while secretly recording it so that John could watch it later for his own pleasure. The request was so wildly out of left field that Amy immediately rejected the premise, not understanding why the hell John would even want that. However, incessant begging, pleading and explaining eventually whittled her down until she finally agreed to do it; ultimately choosing her ex-boyfriend Phillip with whom she had shared a mature relationship that ended on relatively cordial terms. In the last six months Amy had met up with Phillip three separate times, twice at his place and one time here in the apartment that she and John shared, each time recording the event, telling Phillip that she wanted to record it to piss John off during some dumb argument they were having. Understandably, Phil found the whole thing to be a bit strange, but was content enough with a free blowjob to go along with it. However, during their last encounter, he tried to play the whole encounter into something more, which Amy thankfully managed to curtail. 

“It’s… well… I had a shrink chip installed. And I wanted to see if you’d be willing to bring me along with you this time?” John asked. Amy’s mouth fell agape. She wanted to struggle to believe that he was being serious, but with all of the other weird shit that John seemed to be into, this wasn’t really that much more shocking. 

“A shrink chip? Don’t those cost like fifteen grand?” Amy asked, a clear amount of indignation in her voice. 

“Umm, well I got a model one, so it was only twelve thousand. I figured that I didn’t need all of the bells and whistles.” John admitted, though “bells and whistles” was a bit less accurate than saying “necessary safety features.”

“Jesus fucking Christ John, twelve thousand dollars?” She reiterated. 

“Babe, I didn’t take any money from the joint account. It was all my money. And these cheaper versions are so hard to come by, I couldn’t pass up. Would… would you please just hear me out? I could record all of my own footage. And from a tiny POV, everything would seem like… crazy huge. Please? I promise that I’ll find a way to repay you for it… please.”

Amy stared at John, her eyes searching for something in the man whom she loved so dearly, but failing to find it. Her mouth opened slightly, as if to say something, but the words seemed to get caught in her throat. John began scrambling, trying to think of a  way to spin this so that she would get on board, but to his surprise, Amy’s face changed, her slight scowl gone, replaced by a soft, satisfied smile. 

“Okay John. Anything for you.” She said sweetly, walking forward to kiss him on the forehead. John followed her around the apartment, thanking her profusely as she continued to prepare for work, rambling on about how he was going to enact his plan and how he intended to shrink his recording gear to make the perfect voyeur video. Soon the young blonde walked out the front door, leaving John to continue working out the finer points of his plan. He was so overwhelmed with excitement that he didn’t even realize that they never said “I love you,” before Amy headed out. 

Friday Night…

“Okay sweetheart, I’ve got all the camera bags all loaded up into the car and I went ahead and filled up the tank.” John said, stepping back inside the apartment where Amy was currently seated on the couch. She looked up from her phone, meeting his gaze for a moment as she gave him the tiniest hint of a smile. 

“Thank you.” She replied softly, looking back down to her phone. 

“Right, so. Thanks again for agreeing to film.” John said, sensing a bit of tension in the air. Unfortunately during his testing, John could not find a way to shrink his equipment down with him. He dreaded having to explain to Amy that he was going to need her to record everything again, however when he brought it up, she didn’t even protest at all, a fact that John was so grateful for that he went out and filled up her car’s gas tank to say thank you. 

“Of course babe.” Amy replied, still staring at her phone. “You ready to go?”

“Uh, yeah. Absolutely. Do you want me to drive? Or…” John asked, trying to play it cool. However, that proved to be unnecessary as Amy finally stood up off the couch, walking over to plant a quick kiss on his lips before pulling up the shrink chip’s app on her phone. 

“No need, I assume you want to get on with the shrinking?” She asked, flourishing her phone between two fingers. John eagerly began to nod his head, stripping out of his clothes right then and there, since he had opted for the cheapest model of shrink chip on the market and his clothes wouldn’t shrink down with him. 

“I love you baby, so fucking much.” John said leaning forward to kiss Amy on the forehead one last time before he shrank. However, instead of responding, Amy just smiled warmly at him, nodding slightly before she pressed a button on her screen and activating the chip in John’s neck. The whole process took about seven seconds to finish. Amy watched as John’s body began to collapse in upon itself, reducing the size of his body from an admirable 6’1” down to his newly requested size of a quarter inch tall. 

“Jesus Christ…” Amy said, having never seen the process in action before, certainly not on a gen 1 chip. It was much more off putting of a process than what it looked like on TV. The giantess stepped forward, barely able to make out the tiny speck of a man that was her boyfriend as he stood on the hardwood floor before her. 

BOOOOM

John had only a split second to adjust to his surroundings before Amy began stepping towards him. Despite having trialed the chip a couple of times in the past few days, it never got any less jarring to find himself standing at the foot of enormity. His girlfriend’s toes came to rest just a few yards away, though from her own perspective, Amy was practically standing in little John.

“Holy crap babe. I wish you could see how hot you look from down here.” John said, despite the fact that he was well aware that Amy could not hear him. Yet another shortfall of the Gen 1 shrink chip, no built-in communication channels. He would simply have to wait until this was all over to tell her how majestic she looked from his perspective. Suddenly Amy’s toes began to wiggle up and down, their sheer size causing a loud drumming noise from even the simplest movement. John chuckled slightly, catching a whiff of the mildly pungent smell of feet as it wafted into his nostrils. Not that Amy had some sort of hygiene issue or anything like that, but John was finding that his significantly reduced stature left him a bit more sensitive to things like this. He made a mental note to have a discussion with Amy if they were ever going to do this again. Maybe he could buy her some lotion she could use to combat the subtle smell of foot funk.

Amy’s massive head descended from the heavens, her massive greenish-brown eyes locked in on his position the whole time. There was something unsettling about the way she moved, being so mind bendingly large while also clearly perceiving him made John feel like a prey animal. The hairs on his neck began to stand on end as Amy’s fingers then began moving towards him. Though he trusted his girlfriend implicitly, it took genuine effort to keep seeing Amy as the love of his life and not some sort of eldritch horror. John remained steadfast, allowing the giantess’ supermassive fingers to delicately pluck him off of the floor. Despite her enormity, Amy was surprisingly delicate with his body as she held him a few feet off of the floor, though to her, it wouldn’t have been more than an inch. 

“If only you coul–” John was cut off as the titan’s fingers began to drag him through the air, hurtling his helpless body towards the valley between her big and second toes. John grunted as he was forcefully pressed into the wall of damp, tacky skin; his senses becoming even more overwhelmed by the smell of feet. “Jesus Christ, Ames… be carefu…. Holy fucking shit…” John watched Amy’s massive fingers begin to withdraw from her toe gap before they paused, her massive index finger then quickly returning towards him, threatening to smash into his tiny body like a meteor. “AAAAMMMMMMMYYYYYY!”

“There. Right where you belong.” Amy said softly, rubbing her finger in between two of her toes. She wasn’t sure if John could hear her. He probably could though. But Amy was certain that she couldn’t hear him, after all she could feel his frantic squirming down between her toes but no matter how closely she listened for his voice, she was met with nothing at all. That was fine by her, though.  Amy didn’t doubt that John would be bitching about her feet smelling bad. But it wasn’t her idea to shrink him down to bug size. Why the hell anyone would want to make themselves so fucking weak and vulnerable was beyond her. And frankly, she was so over stressing about John’s continued descent into depravity. If he wanted to be a pathetic little bug, then she was going to treat him like one. 

“Well, better hit the road I guess. I’ve got a date.” Amy said, almost tauntingly, wiggling her toes as she stood up to her full height. As she began walking towards the front door, the giantess tried to pay attention to the wiggling sensation down on her foot. Thankfully John had been shrunken small enough to not be annoying while he was wedged between two massive toes, but not so small that he couldn’t be detected by his gigantic “guardian.” Amy smirked as she pulled a pair comfortable running shoes out of the closet, peering down at her bare feet with malevolent glee. 

“Amy? Amy!? I can’t move!” John screeched, craning his head up towards the sky to find Amy grinning down at him, but it didn’t seem as though she could hear him. That first swipe of her finger between her toes had forced John into a thick mire of some strange, greasy, waxy substance. Based on the smell of the pale grey mixture, John had to figure it was composed of sweat, dirt and dead skin that had accumulated between her massive…. toes… toejam. John finally came to realize that he was adhered to Amy’s foot by her toejam. Grappling with that nasty realization, John failed to realize what was happening until a wide shadow was cast across the landscape. Looking towards the sky, John realized that his view of Amy’s face was now obscured by the opening of what he could only assume was one of her sneakers. Panic began to set in as he began to think about the road ahead. John knew that Phil lived in East Trenton, which was at least a thirty minute drive from here. That, combined with the fact Amy wasn’t wearing any socks, meant that this journey was going to be much more than he had bargained for.  “AMY WAIT!”

“Perfect.” Amy said to herself, slipping her foot inside of her sneaker. Very rarely did she wear socks, even while wearing shoes, something that she imagined John was going to start having a problem with very soon. The pretty blonde stomped her foot a couple of times for good measure, still feeling her tiny boyfriend squirming around between her toes, before she took one last look in the mirror above the key hook. Adjusting her ponytail slightly, Amy took one last deep breath before stepping out the front door and heading towards her car. She unlocked her phone, closing the size change app and opening up messenger as she sent off a quick text to Phillip. 

“OMW”

At Phillip’s house…

“Hey, good to see you. You look nice.” Phillip said, opening the door to find his ex-girlfriend standing just outside. She smiled at his compliment, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she stared up into his eyes. 

“Aw, thanks. It’s really nice to see you.” She said, her voice sweet and sincere. “Can I come in?”

“Oh, right… of course. Come on in.” Phillip said, a slight blush coming to his face as he stepped to the side and gestured for her to come in. Being a good few inches shorter than he was, the sweet scent of coconut shampoo drifted off of Amy’s bouncing ponytail as she walked past her former lover. Amy pretended not to notice the quiet inward breath that Phillip took as she walked past. It felt nice to be appreciated for smelling good. She paused for a moment, wiggling her toes inside the sweltering confines of her sneakers. She wondered if John would prefer the smell of her body wash or the smell of her sweaty fucking feet. 

“Make yourself comfortable.” Phillip said, placing his hand on the small of Amy’s back as he walked past her into the living room. Amy slipped out of her sneakers, enjoying the feeling of cool air tickling her warm skin, before she followed Phil into the house where he quickly plopped himself down on his couch, gesturing for Amy to join him. And she did so, though she sat on the far end of the cloth upholstered furniture, tucking one foot up into her lap in the hopes that she could give John a good peek at what a real fucking man looked like. 

“Thanks.” Amy said, settling into the seat. She smiled warmly at Phil and he returned the gesture, both of them wading through the awkward silence of this encounter. Though they had done this a couple of times before, things felt a bit more awkward this time, likely because Phil had expressed a desire to make their relationship more than an occasional blowjob. But when Amy had shot him down and quickly retreated back home to her shitty boyfriend, Phil assumed that had been the last time he was going to hear from her. So now that she was sitting here on his couch again, he really didn’t want to rock the boat too much. 

“Soooo…. What brings you back into town.” Phil asked, trying to be delicate with his question. Every time that Amy came over, she tended to have a lot to say about John and whatever new bullshit he was doing to make her life more frustrating. Amy let out a long sigh, bringing down one hand to her sole as she began to subtly rub her own foot, carefully splaying out her toes enough so that John could listen to their conversation. 

“Ehhhhhhhh, I feel bad.” Amy admitted. 

“Why’s that?” Phil asked with a chuckle. Amy shrugged her shoulders. 

“Well, everytime I come over I spend all this time talking shit about John. Doesn’t feel very fair to you, does it?” She asked. Phil smirked and shrugged his shoulders. 

“I mean, I’m honestly just glad to have the opportunity to catch up with you. I really do miss spending time with you.” Phil said sincerely, his gaze causing Amy to melt into a puddle of herself. Right now, she couldn’t even remember why they had broken up in the first place. Her eyes drifted down to her foot where she was beginning to feel the renewed struggles of her tiny boyfriend, likely brought on by an influx of clean, breathable air. Amy cracked a wide smile as she extended both legs, bringing them up onto the couch and setting her feet directly in Phillip’s lap. 

“What do you say we skip that part this time? Let's forget about John and just focus on… us.” Amy began to rub her foot against Phillip’s crotch, making sure to get John’s tiny body as close to her former lover’s dick as humanly possible. 

“Mmmmmm, that sounds really nice.” Phillip said in a low moan, relaxing back into his couch as the beautiful blonde began to expertly tease his dick with her foot. Unbeknownst to him, there was a second visitor in his home, currently struggling to free himself from the inhumanly powerful grip of Amy’s massive toes. John tried to shout up to Amy or Phillip, or frankly, anyone who could hear him at this point. However, all of that time spent pleading for release inside of Amy’s shoe left the tiny man's throat feeling incredibly raw. Now, even if not for the fading strength of his paltry vocal cords, John’s voice likely wouldn’t carry beyond the valley of his girlfriend’s sweaty toes. 

“Please…” He whispered weakly, still unable to move his limbs as he watched Amy’s toes dig into the crease of Phillip’s loose fitting athletic shorts. As the fabric was pulled taught, John was able to make out the imprint of Phillip’s monstrous cock, tugging against the shorts. Amy continued to playfully flick the meaty member with her toes, unaware of the sexual musk that was beginning to radiate out from Phil’s crotch, growing to the point that John was now able to detect the larger man’s arousal over the smell of Amy’s overly sweaty feet. 

“Oh, give me just a sec?” Amy asked Phil, pulling back her foot and standing up from the couch. “Back in a minute!” She declared, lightly prancing towards the bathroom, perfectly aware of the fact that Phil’s eyes were glued onto her ass as she slipped out of the room. Once in the bathroom, Amy shut the door and turned on the faucet, not expecting that her host would have followed her in an effort to eavesdrop, though she didn’t feel inclined to take any chances. With the downpour of water serving to drown out any other noise, Amy reached down and dragged her finger through the gap between her big and second toes, immediately aware of how much more noticeably sweaty it was than when she had first banished John there. 

John was scraped out of the sweaty hell crevice, thanking God above for his rescue as he rested on the tip of Amy’s index finger, desperately trying to catch his breath as he watched her massive face begin to dominate the sky above him. Amy’s bright, hazel colored eyes beheld him for a long moment, her warm breath washing over his tiny body as John waited for her to discuss the next steps of their plan. Hopefully she would grow him a bit bigger so that they could talk and he could explain that they would need to figure something else to sneak him out of here, because John did NOT want to spend another second inside of her sweaty shoes. 

“John, can you hear me?” She whispered, narrowing her eyes. “Wave your hands if you can hear me.” John obliged her command, slowly waving both hands in the air as he laid flat on his back. Amy nodded, letting out a long, heavy sigh. 

“Good. Well then… John, I’m breaking up with you.” Those words sparked a bit of panic in John’s heart. Was this a part of the game? Was she just trying to get a rise out of him? Simply playing off of his cuckoldry kink? He had to assume so. Otherwise, why would she have waited this long to say something?

“This sub bullshit… the blowjobs and now the shrinking? It’s fucked. It’s pathetic and gross and it makes me feel gross.” Amy continued, her upper lip twisting into a sneer as she shook her head, obvious irritation raising in her voice. “I mean, how the fuck am I supposed to feel? I’m not a cheater… I don’t want people thinking that I’m a cheater. But do you give a fuck what I want? No. You only care about yourself.” 

John didn’t understand where all of this was coming from. Amy wasn’t a cheater and he knew that. He had asked her to do this for him, so why the hell would she feel like a cheater when she had his express permission? This didn’t make any sense! “AMY, WAIT!”

“So, you want to watch me blow other dudes? Fine, I’ll oblige you, one last time.” With that Amy raised her finger up towards her mouth, parting her lips slowly and deliberately as she let out one long exhale. Her warm breath washed over John like a summer storm, making it difficult for him to breath as he was methodically moved inside of his now ex-girlfriend's cavernous maw. Amy removed her finger from her mouth with a wet POP, smiling into the mirror before a slight scowl formed on her face. 

“Ugh… you taste like feet.” She bemoaned, sticking out her tongue for a moment, just long enough to watch John struggle to gain his bearings before he was withdrawn back into the damp cavern of her mouth. With that Amy shut off the water and exited the bathroom, to find Phillip right where she had left him, sprawled out on the couch with his legs spread wide. The gorgeous blonde maintained perfect eye contact as she slowly sauntered back over to him, finally kneeling down in between his legs and looking up into his eyes with devilish intent. 

“Drop ‘em.” Amy began gently tugging at the hem of Phil’s shorts, aided by him awkwardly lifting his ass off of the seat so that his shorts could drop down around his ankles. For as much as she hated that John asked her to do this shit, Amy did always get a bit excited seeing Phil whip out his meat. 

“Fuck I always forget how fucking big your dick is.” Amy whispered seductively, moving her face in between the man’s legs to bring her lips up to the tip. Gently she began to tease the massive phallus, using the tip of her tongue to gently tickle the bottom of his glans. Still trapped on the tip of her mighty tongue, John gasped as he exited the dark, humid void of her mouth. For a moment he attempted to scream her name, ready to beg her for a chance to explain himself, however, before he could do so Amy’s tongue pressed him up against the underside of Phillip’s monstrous cock. The shrunken man tried to scream, but the overwhelming pressure at his back forced his mouth full of Phillip’s cock skin, forcing his own tiny tongue to press against the wall of salty flesh just in an effort to keep it from blocking out his airways. 

“Ahhhh god, you’re such a fucking tease. I love it.” Phil said, throwing his head back. Yeah, he wanted more than just blowjobs from Amy, but he couldn’t deny just how fucking good she was at giving them. Something about the way she moved the tip of her tongue made it feel like she was casting a fucking spell on him. 

“Hmmmm.” Amy let out a soft moan of approval at the compliment, withdrawing her tongue back into her mouth before gently placing a kiss on the tip of the cock. John watched the throbbing pink head of his bull’s cock press its way in between Amy’s lips. Had it not been for the little speech that Amy gave him in the bathroom, John would’ve been loving this. Seeing that massive hog forcing its way inside, knowing that it was Amy’s mouth slowly descending down the length of his shaft was enough to really get him going under any circumstance. However, the way that Amy looked at him before callously popping him into her mouth, made him fear that he may not be exiting her mouth the same way that he entered it. 

“Guulck.” Amy pressed onward, pushing her way down the length of Phil’s cock until the tip began to tickle the back of her throat. She could feel John in the middle of her tongue, trapped under the girth of her lover’s shaft. That was good, she wasn’t quite done with him yet, though it did amuse her to imagine John dangling over her throat, clinging desperately to Phil’s dick to avoid falling into the depths of her body. Finally she began to withdraw from the monstrous phallus, pressing her tongue tight to the underside of the rod to ensure that John got to fully appreciate a real man’s dick. 

POP

Phil looked down at the top of Amy’s head as she slowly pulled his dick out of her mouth. She looked up at him with beautiful doe eyes as her puffy pink lips slipped off of his tip and he couldn’t help but think about how beautiful she was. Phil placed his hand gently on the side of her face, longingly stroking her cheek while she smiled back at him. 

“You’re beautiful.” He said, his dick twitching in anticipation as her breath danced off of his skin. Suddenly Amy’s lips curled up into a devilish smile, the sort of smile that you would see with a woman who just had a big fight with her father. Sticking her tongue out for dramatic effect, Amy lowered her head down, getting deep into Phillip’s crotch before she pressed her tongue against his ballsack. With long, slow, deliberate movement, Amy began to lick her way up the cock, finishing off with a quick kiss on the tip before starting the process all over again. Phillip enjoyed the show almost as much as the sensation of getting his balls licked, just watching Amy stick out her tongue like a little fucking brat got him so goddamn hard. As Amy started the process over again, Phillip noticed something a little black dot in the middle of her otherwise perfectly pink tongue. Was it one of his pubes? Suddenly he began to feel incredibly self conscious about his grooming, though the little bit of errant body hair didn’t seem to be bothering Amy in the slightest. 

“Are you ready?” Amy asked, letting her lover’s fat throbbing meat drop out of her mouth once more. It was a rhetorical question, one that they both knew the answer to. Amy could see every little twitch and throb in the one eyed serpent every time she exhaled and with how tight Phil was gripping the couch cushions, it was easy enough to tell that they were in the final stretch. “Good, better hold on tight.” Amy said to anyone within earshot. 

John was washed over by yet another wave of cock flavored spit as Amy began to reposition him inside her mouth. When the light finally came pouring back into Amy’s mouth, John found himself poised on the tip of her tongue once more. Struggling to catch his breath, he watched on in exhilarated horror as Phillip’s throbbing head began moving towards him, seeming to possess that same perceptive focus that he felt when Amy first picked him up off the floor. 

“P-pl-please…” John said weakly, unsure of exactly how much more he could take of this nightmare. However, no one who could stop this from happening could hear him anymore. Phillip’s gargantuan dick came barreling down on top of the shrunken cuckold, smearing him all across the surface of Amy’s tongue before shuttling him around the inside of her mouth. Everything began to spin wildly as Amy proceeded to bob up and down on the bull’s member. Up and down, up and down, over and over again. Each and every time that Phil’s cock banged against the back of Amy’s throat, John began to fear that he was going to get scraped off. The sounds echoing up from the dark depth of his ex-girlfriend’s massive throat made John fear what was in store for him if she actually went through with this. 

“Please… Amy, please…” John pleaded with an invisible god, gripping the skin of Phillip’s tip with shaking hands. He could feel the writhing sensation radiating up through the monstrous cock and he knew what was coming next. And despite all of his fantasies, his fetishes, his obsessions… John prayed that this would be where Amy cut the show short, to show him some fucking mercy and learn that she had cured him of this obsession completely. 

“Ahahhahhhhhh f-fuck I’m gonna cum!” Phillip gasped, not having a whole lot of time to warn Amy of what was coming. Typically he would’ve felt bad about something like that, however, Amy never let him finish anywhere other than in her mouth so it wasn’t like he was making any sort of faux pas by simply playing by her rules. 

Inside the pretty blonde’s mouth, John whimpered pathetically as the gigantic dick flexed one last time before unloading a genuine ocean of hot, viscous cum into the mouth of his former lover. One spurt after another rocketed out of Phillip’s cock, quickly filling Amy’s mouth with his seed until she could no longer accommodate more. John could feel the current of spunk beginning to move in a singular direction. And though he couldn’t see in this dark, miserable cavern, it didn’t take much of a genius to determine where it was all going. He let out one final prayer, asking for a miracle. 

“Holy fuck…. Baby...” Phillip watched excitedly as Amy swallowed his load, looking back at him with salacious eyes. “That was incredible.”

Amy smiled as she wiped the corner of her mouth. She stood up and took a seat on Phillip’s lap, quietly nuzzling into his chest as she began to run her hand up and down his muscular arm. He leaned forward, planting a kiss on her cheek as he began to stroke her hair. 

“You know… we could go out and grab brunch… maybe lunch.” He said, checking his watch. “Unless of course… you need to get home to Jonathan.” Amy chuckled a bit. Phil knew as well as she did that John hated being called Jonathan. 

“Nope.” She said brazenly, running her tongue across her teeth to search for any lingering debris. “He and I are done… for good.” She explained, butterflies filling her stomach when she saw the way that his face lit up. Grinning from ear to ear, Phillip slapped his hand on Amy’s ample ass, eliciting a sharp yelp from her as she moved her off of his lap. 

“Well shit, we better go out and celebrate then.” He declared excitedly, bending over to hike up his briefs and his shorts. Between Phillip’s shouting and Amy’s giggling, no one could have heard John’s desperate cries for help as he watched the giant’s underwear rapidly approaching  from his vantage point stuck to the underside of Phillip’s cock. 

Later That Night…

Amy stood in front of the mirror of Phillip’s master bathroom. From the next room she heard a low, drunken moan from her lover who, in his eagerness to have her back in his life, had managed to thoroughly over-indulge himself at the bar that night. But Amy didn’t mind. He was just celebrating… they both were. She leaned backwards, peering out into the dark bedroom at the muscular hunk sprawled out across the bed. Despite the booze he had consumed tonight, Phil was currently rock hard, his dick standing firmly at attention like a goddamn sundial. 

“You just don’t quit….” Amy said with a chuckle. However, just as she was about to turn back to attend to her nightly routine, she noticed something strange. Stepping out of the bathroom, Amy walked across the room and crawled onto the bed, bringing her face close to Phillip’s massive cock. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? You little fucker.” Amy spat, staring at the tiny little speck of her ex-boyfriend adhered to the bottom of her lover’s dick. “Did you have a good day, you little shit? Stuck under Phil’s fucking cock all fucking day long.”

Suddenly her face broke out into a wide smile as she considered all of the walking around that she and Phil had done on their day out together. “Maybe I should just leave you here. Let you spend the last few miserable days of your fucking life choking on sweaty fucking nuts. Would you like that?” She asked, her voice in a low whisper, careful not to wake up her slumbering lover. 

“I bet you would just fucking love that though.” Amy shook her head, watching as John struggled and failed to unstick himself from the bigger man’s sweaty member. “No, like I said. I’m done with you. Consider this my last fucking favor to you, and then do me the favor of never showing up again.”

John watched as Amy opened her mouth, sliding the tip of the sleeping giant’s dick into her mouth. Her soft, pillowy lips began to descend, eventually passing over him and trapping him within the confines of her mouth once again. Not having any reason to drag this one out, Amy began to suck her lover’s cock, making sure to unstick John from his “prison” so that he could float freely around her mouth as Phillip blew another load inside of her mouth. This time, Amy made sure that she could find John swimming around in the lake of milky jizz before she swallowed, banishing him into the depths of her stomach. 

When she finally crawled in bed, cozying up next to her lover, Amy gently placed a hand over her own stomach. As she drifted off to sleep, she began to wonder if this experience was everything that John had hoped it would be.