Madison felt like she was walking on air.
The soft hum of her Uber’s engine barely registered as she smoothed down the expensive silk of her dress, a designer piece that clung to her curves like it was tailored just for her. It was the kind of outfit that turned heads, the kind that cost more than most girls’ rent—because tonight was special. Tonight, she was making an entrance with Ky Austin.
Ky fucking Austin.
Her stomach fluttered at the thought of him.
She’d been dreaming about this night since the first time she saw him on campus, stepping out of the athletic center, fresh from a workout. He was impossibly broad, dripping with sweat, his tank clinging to his body in all the right places. She remembered watching his prodigious frame move, his easy confidence as he laughed with his teammates—how even standing still, he took up space in a way that no one else did.
She had to have him.
It wasn’t easy. Ky wasn’t the type to chase. If anything, it seemed like he never realized how much power he had over people—how his lazy grins and his casual touches drove girls insane. But Madison was relentless. She found excuses to be near him and flirted just enough to plant the idea in his head.
And then, she struck.
It was at a house party, just a week ago. He was lounging on a couch, manspreading like he owned the place, sipping from a red Solo cup. Madison had walked up, confident, her heels clicking against the hardwood.
"Hey, Ky."
He’d glanced up, giving her that easy, half-lidded smile. “Oh, hey. Uh… Madison, right?”
She had leaned in, just enough to let him catch her perfume, enough to make his eyes flicker down for a second before she spoke.
"So, what are you doing next Friday?"
He had blinked. Processing. Then he’d shrugged. “Not sure yet.”
Madison had smirked. “You’re taking me on a date. Senior’s Ball. Eight o’clock. Dress sharp.”
And that was that.
Madison wasn’t just some party girl chasing after the campus heartthrob. She had a plan—a future. A junior in business school, she was already interning at one of the top marketing firms in the city, setting herself up for a career where she’d be the one calling the shots. Her parents were loaded, sure, but she wasn’t the type to coast on old money—she wanted power, influence, a name that meant something outside of just wealth. She was going to be a force.
But that night wasn’t about boardrooms and networking. It was about indulgence. Because for all her ambition, for all her control, there was something about Ky Carter’s sheer, overwhelming presence that made her want to forget about everything else.
Now, there she was, outside his place, dressed to kill, about to go on the most exclusive date of the semester—with the hottest guy in school.
Her thighs pressed together as she thought about him—his ridiculous size, the way his shirts always stretched over his chest, how his hands were big enough to wrap around her waist.
She didn’t just want him. She needed him.
Madison took a steadying breath and stepped out of the car. The night was young. And she had every intention of making Ky hers.
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Ky had been excited for this date, but now, standing half-dressed in his bedroom, he was second-guessing everything. His reflection in the mirror showed the results of his off-season bulk—his chest broader, his arms thick with muscle, but his stomach… his stomach definitely showed the effects of months of eating big.
A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He hesitated before answering, still wrestling his dress pants up over his thighs, but it was already too late.
She was standing there—Madison, golden blonde waves cascading over her shoulders, red lips curling into a smirk. She had dressed up for him: a black dress hugging every curve, long legs accentuated by delicate heels. She looked flawless. And Ky? Ky was standing there, shirtless, panting imperceptibly from the effort of trying to make his clothes fit, exertion scintillating on his skin.
"You're—uh—early," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. The faint sheen of dampness on his chest caught the light, emphasizing the soft definition of his muscles. The warm scent of musk and salt clung to him from the exertion of struggling with too-tight fabric.
Her gaze flickered downward, following the line of his trim tummy trail, the fine hairs dark against his sun-kissed skin. Below it, his navel sat deep and shadowed, a little darker from the sweat pooling in the dip. His lower stomach tensed under her stare, the movement causing a soft gurgle to roll through him.
She looked back up, amused. “Did you grow since last season, or just… indulge a little too much?”
"Off-season," he chuckled, running a hand through his damp hair. "Bulking phase."
She hummed, stepping inside. “Mmm. Clearly.”
Without asking, she knelt in front of him, gripping the sides of his pants and giving them a firm tug. They barely budged. The fabric dug into his hips, refusing to rise over his ass.
She tried again, this time leaning in. When she tugged harder, her face collided with his doughy belly.
His belly was soft but firm, warm against her flushed skin. Then—
A deep, rolling gurgle vibrated through him.
Madison flinched, eyes going wide.
Ky laughed, placing a huge, warm hand on her head. “Guess I should’ve eaten before this.”
Her cheeks burned. His voice was so casual, so unbothered. Her cheek brushed against the heat of his stomach, her nose just above the fine line of his happy trail. The perspiration clinging to his skin left him warm to the touch, his scent heady at this proximity—lavender, briny, and something distinctly male.
And then, his belly let out a low, hungry gurgle, a sound that vibrated through him, cavernous and sluggish.
Madison stiffened. The noise was so close, so intimate, rolling through the soft muscle right against her face. She exhaled sharply, but she didn’t pull away. But she didn't move. Instead, her fingers traced the button, testing the stretch. They didn’t meet.
Her fingers tested the button, but it wasn’t even close to closing. The struggle had left Ky’s breath heavy above her, his abs flexing slightly as he tried to suck in his tummy. It was useless.
And that was when she saw it.
At this angle, the outline of his cock was unmistakable—thick, heavy, straining against the fabric of his underwear.
Slowly, she pulled back, tilting her head up. Her lips parted, as if to say something, but the words never came.
Instead, she stood, pressing herself against him. Her hands slid up his damp torso, over the bulk of his chest, her fingers tracing the soft, sweat-slicked dip of his navel.
And then, she kissed him.
It started soft, hesitant. But Ky responded, pulling her in, his hands cupping her waist, then sliding lower. She melted against him, letting herself press into his broad, too-big frame, her fingers tangling into his damp hair.
"You’re so—" she whispered against his lips, but whatever she meant to say got lost as Ky lifted her effortlessly, walking her backward toward the bed.
Her heart pounded. The night had taken a very different turn, and she wasn’t complaining.
Madison barely had time to gasp before Ky grabbed the front of her dress and tore it apart like paper. The fabric ripped straight down the middle, her body exposed in a second, delicate lace flashing before his darkened gaze.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, blinking in surprise, as if he hadn’t meant to be that rough. Then, a slow, wolfish grin spread across his face. “That was awesome.”
Her stomach tightened.
Madison yelped as he hauled her up and tossed her onto the bed.
Her breath hitched. He was so big. Not just his sheer size—though the overwhelming bulk of him stole every inch of space between them—but the way he handled her, like she was weightless, something to simply be grasped, shifted, and devoured.
And he did.
In an instant, she was on her back, pinned beneath him. Ky’s thick forearms framed her head, caging her in. The heat radiating off him, the sweet, musky lavender scent clinging to his skin, and the way his bottomless navel flexed with every movement—it made her legs weak.
And then, he took her.
“Ky—”
He pushed inside her in one smooth, unforgiving thrust.
Her world exploded.
Pleasure ripped through her like lightning, white-hot and unbearable. She arched violently, eyes rolling back, fingers digging helplessly into his arms. He was too big, too deep, too much.
Ky groaned, his huge hands gripping her waist like handles as he pulled back, then slammed forward again, hard. His breath caught as he stretched her beyond anything she had ever known.
Madison screamed.
Her body clamped down, spasming around him, the ecstasy so overwhelming it barely felt real. She tried to form words, to speak, to beg him to slow down, but the only thing that came out was a raw, breathless moan.
“Shit,” Ky panted, his hips pistoning into her, each thrust sending a sharp, outrageous jolt of euphoria straight to her brain. “You’re, like—really wet.”
Madison’s face burned. She screamed, legs spasming as another violent orgasm tore through her.
Her mind shattered.
She could feel it, dripping down her thighs, pooling where their bodies met, her slick making obscene sounds with every thrust. Madison wanted to die. But she couldn’t even get the words out before he gripped her waist and slammed into her in one fluid motion.
Ky laughed breathlessly, his huge body flexing as he adjusted his grip. “Damn, Mads,” he teased, voice low and wicked in her ear. “You’re gonna, like—flood the bed.”
She couldn’t even respond.
Every time he pulled back, the emptiness was harrowing—every time he slammed back inside, her whole body clenched around him, the rapture too raw, too intense. She was drowning in sensation; her mind turned to static.
Ky groaned, his abdomen flexing against her as he fucked her harder. Toil dripped from his temple, his hips pistoning into her like he couldn’t stop himself. Madison couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. She was like a toy in his hands.
He held nothing back, lifting her like she was nothing, flipping her onto her side, onto her stomach, dragging her up the bed only to pull her right back down onto his dick.
His breath hitched. “Oh, shit.”
Madison barely had time to process the thick pulse inside her before he came—deep, hot, shuddering, filling her completely.
She whimpered, her body reacting instantly, locking up as she came again, pleasure detonating through her so violently she thought she might black out.
Her arms gave out. She collapsed beneath him, trembling, unable to do anything but let the aftershocks rip through her.
“I— I condom… was…gonna…,” she finally managed, her words scrambled, barely a whisper.
Ky murmured against her throat, still inside her. “My bad.”
And then—he started moving again.
Faster.
Madison’s eyes flew open.
Her body was already so overstimulated, her thighs shaking, her skin feverish. But Ky, big, stupid Ky, just kept going, thrusting lazily, pushing her right back up the peak.
She wailed, her whole body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her.
Her vision blurred, stars exploding behind her eyelids.
Ky just grinned, breathless. “Thanks again,” he murmured, his voice so sweet and stupidly grateful that she could’ve strangled him if she weren’t completely liquified from gratification.
He thrust one last time, groaned, and came again.
The heat spilled in her core, unbelievable, and Madison came with him, her whole body locking up, her brain flashing white. His weight collapsed onto her, his cock still pulsing, their bodies slick with sweat and ruin. Her body tingled, every inch of her ruined and soaking in the aftermath of something far too intense to name.
By the time she came back to herself, Ky was already snoring.
Madison blinked blearily at the ceiling, still trembling, her whole body pulsing.
Then, slowly, Ky rolled over, pulling her into him, his huge arms caging her against his chest. Somewhere, in the recesses of her mind, in the haze of overstimulation, she felt Ky nuzzle into her neck. She felt so small, completely enveloped in his warmth.
Madison exhaled shakily, completely spent, her mind blank. She felt tiny against him, his chest rising and falling steadily, his warmth pressing in from all sides.
For a guy who just fucked her unconscious, he was shockingly soft in his sleep.
She let out a weak, breathless laugh. Then, with a final shiver, she melted into his hold, letting his warmth lull her into sleep. Her body surrendering completely.
And as sleep dragged her under, the last thing she felt was the slow, deep rise and fall of his chest against her back.
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Madison stirred awake, her body aching from last night’s brutal, mind-melting sex. Every muscle felt used, sore, and satisfied, but something was… off.
She shifted against the sheets, blinking blearily—and immediately froze.
Everything around her was wrong.
The fabric beneath her wasn’t just fabric anymore—it stretched out like an endless plain of hills and valleys, each thread a towering rope beneath her feet. The air itself felt different, heavier, like she was breathing in an entirely new atmosphere.
She turned her head—and her stomach dropped into oblivion.
Ky’s body loomed over her like a landscape, his gargantuan form stretching out impossibly far, his chest rising and falling with earthshaking breaths. The bed beneath them had become an alien world—Ky’s world—and she was nothing in it.
Her heart pounded violently, her breath hitching in her throat.
No. No, this wasn’t—this couldn’t be—
She looked down at herself, her hands, her legs—and a wave of cold, paralyzing dread crashed over her.
She was tiny.
Not just tiny—smaller than a grain of sand.
The realization hit her all at once, her entire body locking up with horror.
A deep, rumbling sound vibrated through the air, shaking the ground beneath her feet. She snapped her head back toward Ky, and her veins turned to ice.
He shifted marginal, still deep in sleep, his snores rolling through the room like distant thunder. His immense, sweat-slicked chest rose and fell, his lips slightly parted, an arm sprawled over his head.
He looked so peaceful.
So unaware.
She was so small she could’ve fit inside his goddamn pores.
Madison screamed.
Or, at least, she tried to, but at this size, her voice was nothing, a pathetic whisper against the backdrop of Ky’s deep, steady breathing.
She had to move. Had to get away before he—
Ky grunted in his sleep.
And then, in one colossal, unconscious motion, he rolled.
Madison didn’t even have time to react before the world above her lurched.
A shadow swallowed her whole, blotting out everything. Ky’s massive penis.
His cock landed over her like a divine punishment, a slab of pure, merciless flesh.
She let out a final, instinctive scream—but the sound never escaped, instantly crushed out of her as Ky’s dick slammed down. The air in her tiny lungs imploded, her ribcage giving way like a brittle shell beneath the unyielding weight.
The thickness compared to her was like that of a skyscraper. It consumed her entire world, its heat intolerable, its weight absolute. The veiny surface pressed into her with brutal force, her limbs twisted, bones snapping instantly, her ribs disintegrating like fragile twigs.
The sweltering, suffocating heat of Ky’s body crashed down on her, the smell of leftover sex sealing around her like a tomb. His skin was still slick with the aftermath of last night—with her own fluids, her own pleasure, now smeared and drying in patches along his length.
She didn’t die right away.
For a few agonizing moments, she was still aware—aware of the way her body caved in, of the sick squelch as what was left of her was forced into the swelter, damp, folds of his skin.
The taste of salt and lingering cum filled her nose and mouth as she tried to draw in one final, useless breath.
Her vision blurred as she heard the sound of her own skull starting to crack.
Then, with one final tremor from Ky’s morning wood—
She popped.
Her form smeared into nothing, her remains crushed into the damp, humid skin of his shaft—lost among the moisture, the old fluids, the filth of the night before.
Ky snored softly, shifting again, the heat of morning creeping in. His cock twitched once in his sleep, grinding lazily against the mattress, smearing the last remnants of Madison further into his skin.
Her body—her existence—was gone.
And Ky would never even know.