“Did you know that sharks don’t have bones? Their skeletal structure is made up of cartilage like our nose and ears. It’s super lightweight and helps keep them buoyant.” Becca’s eyes sparkled as she explained, her irises filled with visions of the splendorous Chondrichthyes class from which sharks and other cartilaginous fish belong to.
“That’s so interesting. Tell me more, tell me more!” Alex responded, following her companion as she waltzed through the aquarium’s underwater tunnel. The glass enclosure led to a resplendent display of cerulean majesty, oceanic denizens the world over schooling through the simulated currents of their artificial environment. Sharks, rays, bass, tuna, marlin, bluefish, cod, halibut, and many other sea dwellers wowed attendees passing through the two-hundred fifty-foot tunnel.
“Sharks have to keep moving to breath, letting water flow into their mouths and push it through their gills. So, you’re probably wondering how do they sleep? Well, some types of shark have what’s called a spiracle which pushes water through the gills for them, and they can stay stationary for longer periods of time, but the ones that don’t have that don’t actually fall asleep but instead enter a resting state in which their muscles still move and their eyes still pick up images, but their brains operate at a lower capacity. Sometimes, these sharks are able to shut down and float adrift with their mouths open, letting the currents force water through their gills.”
Alex listened attentively, nodding her head to the ceaseless deluge of shark trivia. “I can't believe none of your friends wanted to come to the aquarium with you. They're really missing out.”
“I know, right? What's so great about sex compared to the natural splendor of…” Becca turned and pouted. “You're not being sarcastic, are you?”
“I'm completely earnest!” Alex grabbed Becca's hand and held it tightly, each of her fingers interspersed with her charge's. “I assure you that I am overjoyed to be here with you.”
“Where is this coming from?” Becca asked, surprised by Alex invading her space but unwilling to pull away. When the angel let go to cover her blushing cheeks, a part of Becca yearned to grab that hand back.
“I'm sorry. I'm mucking this all up.” Alex lowered her gaze. “As your guardian angel, I'm compelled to foster your emotional well-being. I worry that, with your closest friends having both found their soulmates, you may begin to feel lonely as their attention is divided elsewhere.”
“Oh, look! A triggerfish!” Becca ran up to the glass and stared at the brightly colored tropical fish. “They're the state fish of Hawaii, but over there they're called the humuhumunukunukuapua'a.”
Perhaps they aren't the only ones whose attention is divided. Alex joined Becca, taking delight in the presence of the wedge-shaped fish. While Alex peered through the glass, Becca snuck her fingers around the angel's
“Listen, maybe I'm a teensy bit jealous of Ren and Chad hogging my best friends’ attention. But that won't affect our relationship. They'll always be there for me, just as I am for them. I'll be more available is all.” Before giving the angel a chance to respond, Becca tugged on her arm and dragged her through the tunnel. “Now, enough of that. The jellyfish tanks are in the next room, and I heard they have comb jellies which, get this, are believed to be direct descendents of the common ancestor, the lifeform from which all animals evolved from.”
“How fascinating!” the angel replied, trying to keep up with Becca's breakneck pace.
…
Chaz gaped at the giant women standing before him. The couch cushion he was on stretched out as far as a football field, the same couch he once had trouble lying on because he was too tall for it. Lindsay had set him down on it, more accurately tossed him onto it, so they could each get a fuller grasp of each other's new height.
Thanks to Sheila’s magic, Lindsay adopted a wardrobe fitting of her position over Chaz. Knee-high platform heels with pencil thin stilettos adorned her illustrious legs. A black G-string accentuated her tight hips and soft thighs. A micro bikini held taught against her perky tits, metal spikes protruding from the fabric covering her nipples. An unzipped, cropped leather jacket completed the look, filling Lindsay with enough confidence to shatter a grown man’s will.
“The audacity of this worm,” Sheila leaned on Lindsay’s shoulder and whispered into her ear, “to stare at you with those lustful eyes. As if he has any right to call you his lover.” The angel lifted Chaz’s full-sized, unconscious body off the end of the couch and stowed him in the corner of the room, leaving his sprite form with more room than he could ever need. “Such insolence requires punishment, don’t you think?”
“Lindsay, don’t listen to her!” Chaz pleaded, kneeling before the towering women. During Petra’s earlier lecture, Sheila had created a soul link between Chaz and Lindsay, so they could communicate freely. “I may be small now, but I’m still your boyfriend. I’m still the man you fell in love with.”
Lindsay sneered. “Boyfriend? As if I would stoop so low. I’ll admit, you provided me a modicum of amusement when you were taller, but look at you now. You’re shorter than my pinkie toe.” She placed one foot on the sofa, knocking Chaz onto his side as a meteoric boot crashed down beside him. The sprite didn’t even reach halfway-up her footwear’s platform. Chaz’s heart raced as his eyes crawled up that gigantic leg, all the blood rushing to his crotch.
“Exactly,” Sheila concurred, stroking Lindsay’s thigh. “What could this dust mite ever do for you? Forget anything intimate, he’s not even big enough to make for an amusing pet. Hell, he can’t even satisfy you as a snack. What good is he?”
“That’s not true! I can… I can…” Chaz racked his head for a retort, but his inner submissive made the act of defiance difficult.
“You can what?” Lindsay mocked him, returning her foot to the floor. “See how hopeless you are? The only reason you’re still breathing is because I haven’t decided if crushing you is worth staining the bottom of my new boot.”
Sheila sat down next to Chaz on the couch, the impact bouncing him a short distance into the air. Her leg loomed over him like a great wall, the incline created beneath her weight threatening to drag him under. “Only people are allowed on the furniture.” The angel’s hand came down and swiped the crumb of a man off the sofa, sending him hurtling onto the carpeted floor directly under the sky piercing Lindsay.
Caught between her boots, Chaz’s eyes wandered up towards the ceiling, getting a premier view of his girlfriend’s grand taint and captivating underboob. Even from her lofty position among the clouds, Lindsay could see the erection fighting against the miniscule man’s pants.
“Tch. Enjoying the view, lech?” The bottom of her sole eclipsed his view, the toe of Lindsay’s boot hovering above him. “How about now?”
Before Chaz could think of an answer, of which there was only one option, the thick platform plummeted onto him, mashing him into the carpet. Lindsay grinded her toe into the floor. A bemused chuckle erupted into maniacal laughter as the newly minted giantess grew drunk with power.
Below, Chaz drew no breath. All the air was squeezed out of him, and though he was supposedly invincible, he swore he actually flattened, his bones crushed and his insides mashed into goop. Sheila used her magic to offer a simulacrum of pain, enough to satiate the masochist without going so far as to traumatize him. Technically, he remained unharmed, though the state of his spiritual body would fool nine out of ten doctors into thinking he was anything but.
After enough show of force, Lindsay lifted her foot up and out, displaying her sole to Sheila on the couch. A tiny man was pancaked against the bottom of her foot looking no livelier than a chewed up piece of gum, but the angel was well aware how fast his heart was pumping. Sheila peeled Chaz off and dangled him upside down before her expansive face.
“What a pleasant surprise: the worm survived.” Sheila shook Chaz like a polaroid, bemused by how his feeble body flapped between her fingers. Even after stopping, Chaz’s eyes continued to spin in his skull. “That means we can really draw out your punishment.”
“What… what am I being punished for again?” Chaz wondered if he could get concussed in this state. He felt like maybe he had, but that was more of Sheila’s manipulation at play mixed with a healthy dose of sex-crazed brain melting.
“What else? Existing.” Sheila opened her mouth wide, strands of saliva stretching like transparent prison bars. Her tongue rolled out to greet its prey, a bumpy red carpet drenched in spit and ready to guide the little guy to his final destination. She plopped Chaz onto her tongue and eased him inside. The floor, walls and ceiling were all dripping wet, teeth rising and hanging like stalagmites and stalactites, forming barriers to the window outside. The last thing Chaz saw was Lindsay’s startled face framed by the inner tissue of the angel’s lips before they sealed shut, trapping the sprite in darkness.
“Hey! What are you doing with my man?” Lindsay whined.
“Your what?” Inside Sheila’s mouth, Chaz could be seen tumbling around as she spoke. “I thought you said you would never stoop so low as to consider this worm your lover.”
“Yeah, well whatever I decide to call him, he’s still mine.” Lindsay leapt onto the couch, straddling Sheila’s lap, and shoved her hand into the angel’s mouth. If Sheila was annoyed by the assault, she didn’t show it, her tongue wrapping around those delectable fingers while keeping the prize inside out of reach. Chaz was pushed to every corner of the giant maw: under the tongue, between the gums and cheeks, up to the roof, soaking his whole body in lavender scented saliva. Lindsay's lumbering fingers chased after him to no avail, impeded by the angel's lithe, tensile muscle.
At the mercy of forces greater than him, Chaz bounded over Shelia's bottom incisors into the pocket of her lower lip. Lindsay’s fingers hung just above him, breaching the angel's mouth and keeping her lips apart, creating an opening to the world outside. Chaz saw an opportunity to get away and crawled over the vast vermillion pillow, unconcerned with the thousand-foot drop awaiting him. Both women watched him slip down Sheila’s lip and plummet past their chests, Chaz landing on the angel's lap with his girlfriend's crotch barricading his path south.
Lindsay lunged to snatch him up, but Shelia was one step ahead, spreading her thighs enough for the sprite to fall through only to then squeeze them together, sealing Chaz in a sea of flesh.
“Give him up!” Lindsay scratched at Sheila’s bare thighs in an attempt to dig her lover out of his supple tomb, but the angel refused to relent.
“Harder,” Sheila purred. “I won't let him go that easily.” Lindsay slid off the couch onto the floor, kneeling before the angel. She dove her hands between those velvety legs and pried them apart, enough for Chaz's miniature head to poke out. Her hands were busy holding the legs apart, the angel playfully resisting, so Lindsay bent forward and pinched Chaz’s miniscule neck between her incisors, plucking him from the angel's thighs like a claw machine latching onto a stuffed animal.
Lindsay flipped her head back, allowing gravity to pull Chaz into her mouth, and sat up on the coffee table. She pressed him into her hard palate with her tongue, sucking on his mint-sized frame. Chaz could have drowned from the saliva pouring into him, had he needed to breathe, smothered by taste buds as his girlfriend savored the jock's essence. From there, Lindsay rolled Chaz onto her molars, clamping down on him like a hydraulic press. She grinded her teeth on him, gnawing his spritely figure like a chew toy.
“Gaaah!” Chaz’s utterances were halfway between gratified groaning and screams of abject terror, Sheila upping the pain dosage to levels befitting his current status as a piece of human gum. In truth, his body didn't so much as bruise, but Sheila ensured he couldn't tell, pain and ecstasy overloading his feeble mind.
High on lust, Lindsay continued chewing, unsure whether her lover was having as much fun as she was. Nope, I'm positive he is. She rolled Chaz back onto her tongue and felt something puny yet firm prodding her. With a devil may care attitude regarding the consequences, Lindsay decided to pull the trigger and swallow her man whole. She tilted her head back, turning her tongue into a water slide, and gulped.
Chaz had no hopes of resisting. He tried grabbing hold of Lindsay’s taste buds, but the sodden muscle was too slick with saliva, and the raw power of the giant throat sucked him down like a vacuum. Lindsay’s esophagus wrapped around him in a tight hug, undulating as it dragged him away from the light and into the depths of his girlfriend. Her heartbeat rang in his ears as he passed through her chest, the rhythm seeping into his body and directing his own pulse to its beat. On the outside, Lindsay traced his journey with her hand, in awe with herself for having actually eaten her boyfriend.
The sphincter at the bottom of Lindsay's gullet greeted the tiny man meat, swallowing him feet first and dropping him into the cavernous pool awaiting him.
“What's it like in there, babe?” Lindsay asked, rubbing her stomach. She could feel her lover flailing about within her, attempting to stand and maintain balance in the wet, pulsating pit.
“This is unreal.” Faint light emanated through Lindsay’s skin and muscle, barely illuminating the dank cave but giving Chaz enough visibility to take in this alien planet. The ground, sinewy and uneven, churned the lake of acid, filling the sprite's ears with its gurgling sonata. The corrosive waters bubbled and boiled, releasing an oppressive cloud of sulfuric air, an aroma of brimstone to match the hellish scenery. Wallowing waist high in the gastric acid, an immense warmth filled Chaz’s body and soul like standing in a perfectly tuned hot tub. “This is insane. Like, the hottest sauna I've ever been in.”
“In terms of temperature or attractiveness?” Lindsay poked at her belly, knocking her boyfriend around inside.
“Both.” Chaz succumbed to the greater forces at play and drifted out into the acrid pool. An odd sense of serenity overcame him as if his girlfriend's gut could protect him from all of life's troubles.
“Don't spend all day in there, okay? There's so much more I want to do with you.” Lindsay brought her hand to her chin and pondered for a moment. “Now that I think about it, how do I get you out of there?” Chaz joined her in deep contemplation. The obvious methods weren't very appealing to either party.
“I can take care of that,” Sheila mused. Before Lindsay could inquire further, the angel leapt forward and pried Lindsay’s lips open with her own, forcing her tongue inside the woman's mouth. Sheila’s tongue stretched and narrowed, extending far beyond the range of a human’s as it crawled down Lindsay's throat. The muscle filled Lindsay’s esophagus, stretching further and further until it poked its tip into Chaz's new digs. It homed in on the sprite and snagged him out of his swimming pool, wrapping around him like a thick, sinewy blanket. In a blink, the tongue shot back up the way it came, retreating from Lindsay's throat and returning to her own mouth.
“Ta-da!” Sheila cheered, holding Chaz on her stuck-out tongue as she sat back on the couch. Lindsay was too busy coughing to applaud. Sitting on the angel’s tongue, Chaz covered his eyes while he adjusted to the outside light shining through the windows.
“Aren't you *hack* full of surprises.” Lindsay reached out to grab her prize, but of course, Sheila pulled him back into her mouth, imprisoning Chaz behind her grinning, pearly bars.
As she finished coughing, Lindsay rolled her eyes and returned to the couch, straddling Sheila's lap once more. She leaned forward, her lips meeting the angel's and her tongue diving in to introduce itself to the other. Her tongue searched for her lover, weaving around the angel's and slathering the sprite with its affection as he became caught between the powerful muscles. The spikes on Lindsay’s bikini dug into Sheila’s chest as she pressed herself into her, eliciting a steady purr from the angel.
Caught between the tongues’ tumultuous tango, Chaz kept up with his partners’ motions as well as a shopping cart would against a top fuel dragster. The only indication he had that he was still in Sheila’s mouth was the angel’s flowery breath overwhelming his nostrils. The other senses fared no better; smacking lips echoed in his ears, pink and red tinted his vision, swapped spit poured into his mouth, and he had long forgotten what dryness felt like.
Having fun, big guy? Shiela’s voice whispered in his mind.
This is every wet dream come true. Chaz paused, a stray musing interrupted his euphoria. Wait, can you hear my thoughts?
Sure can. Perks of being your guardian angel. Despite holding a telepathic conversation, Sheila didn’t miss a beat eking every ounce of pleasure out of her make out partner. No need to worry. I won’t judge too harshly. An onrush of blood rushed from Chaz’s crotch to his head, afraid of the many intimate secrets this relative stranger surely knew. Despite this, or perhaps because of this, his erection didn’t waver, standing proud between the tongued onslaught.
Eventually, Lindsay got a good grasp on her man, drawing him and Sheila's tongue into her mouth. Her teeth came down and gently pinched the angel's licker, scraping Chaz off it as if he were the last standing bowling pin on a failed spare attempt. Lindsay pulled out, stealing that smug grin now that her toy was back in her rightful possession. And as soon as she reclaimed him, she tossed him aside, spitting her lover onto the couch cushion beside the pair.
Chaz didn't have time to feel the rush of dropping at terminal speeds; before he knew it, his face slammed into the leather fabric, scraping against the surface notably less soft at his scale. Friction glued his skin to the sofa, but peeling himself off was a fruitless endeavor. Upon mustering the strength to free himself, a meteoric weight crashed against him, plastering his pathetic form between the couch cushion and a dense mound of fat.
Lindsay leapt off her angel and plopped her ass down on Chaz, resting her calves on Shelia's lap while grinding her lover into her bum. Unprompted, Sheila removed Lindsay’s boots and wrapped one hand around her right foot, kneading her thumb into its arch, and guided her other hand's fingers through the toes of Lindsay’s left foot, massaging the ball of her sole and the gap between each toe.
After enough smothering, Lindsay lifted her rear enough to snag her boy toy out from underneath it. With her feet getting pampered, she fell back on the couch, dangling the spritely Chaz a foot or so above her. He tried to steady himself within the tips of her fingers, but her delicate digits were too unwieldy for the miniature man, forced to flail in his girlfriend's grip as she held him so far high up.
To think, not so long ago, Lindsay yearned for this stud's attention, desperate for that happily ever after with her Prince Charming. How she longed to hold that hunky body in her arms, to caress that chiseled physique in a passionate embrace. Jealousy corroded her heart knowing his eyes were transfixed on another. But now, the whole jock fit between her thumb and forefinger, to be played with in any way she saw fit. Forget cuddling by the fireplace, she could literally devour him, use him as an insole, trap him in her panties and shove him in whichever end the mood struck. And he adored the abuse! A willing victim of her sadistic wiles. Of course, what he wanted wasn't actually important; he existed to pleasure her, worship her, and serve as a constant reminder of her inherent superiority. He had no say in how he went about accomplishing his raison d'etre. That was her privilege. His only concern was devoting a hundred and ten percent to making her happy.
Lindsay lowered Chaz to her lips, enveloping him in a kiss. The sprite returned her affection, his miniscule pecking launching fireworks into her nerve endings. The two of them could stay like this for hours, but there was so much more fun to be had.
…
Ren laid on his wife's hand, her palm more luxurious than the king-size bed she lied on. Molly petted him with her other hand, caressing his miniscule frame with her forefinger. Even with that massive digit smushing his face into her skin, their eyes remained locked onto each other's, unwilling to look away for even a second. Blinking became painful, a separation too long for either's comfort.
“I'm never leaving your side again,” Molly said, increasing the pressure on Ren and flattening him in affection. “I'm taking you with me everywhere I go. To school, to work, to the bathroom, to bed, to the kitchen when I want a snack. I'm never letting you go for anything ever again.”
“That seems a touch extreme.” Ren rubbed his hands along the grooved surface of Molly's finger, unable to return the same amount of pressure despite his mutual affection. “Surely I don't need to join you on every trip to the bathroom.”
“Careless thinking like that is where we messed up before. Just close your eyes and you'll be fine.” Molly’s finger engulfed Ren in his entirety, merging him with her.
“Last time came down to extraordinary circumstances. You couldn't have known Petra would leave me in a bag of gummies unattended.” Ren's brow furrowed, lost in thought as his wife kneaded him.
“No, it's not her fault. I should have been more careful.” Molly finally let up, Ren’s body sticking to her finger before falling back into her palm.
“Don’t blame yourself. Knowing Petra, this is part of some master plan us mortals aren't privy to. Or she's a ditz. I can't tell.”
Molly wrapped her fingers around Ren and sat up, repositioning herself to lay on her chest towards the foot of the bed. She held her husband in front of her, gripping him with both hands and rubbing her thumbs into him as if she were polishing a lucky talisman. Her legs kicked the air aimlessly, sparks travelling through her nervous system from her fingers to her toes.
“You nervous at all about this test?” Molly asked. “I can't imagine what they have in store.”
Ren shrugged. “Me neither, but I'm not worried. We've never failed a test before. Remember Mrs. Manson's midterm exam? We were the only two in our whole class smart enough to navigate that convoluted mess.”
Molly pouted and glanced to the corner of the room. “Ren, I gotta come clean. That test was impossible. I only passed it because I cheated off of you.”
“You did?” Ren felt the force of Molly's thumbs change from gentle petting to nervous fidgeting.
“I was going to tell you sooner, but you were so proud of me and bragging about how smart I was that I couldn't work up the courage to tell you the truth. I didn't want to let you down.” Molly's eyes pleaded for forgiveness; her lips quivered with anxiety.
“Hahahahahaha!” Renton burst out laughing. He laughed so hard, he nearly fell out of the jungle gym of fingers. Molly’s eyes went wide at his response before sighing in relief. “You had me fooled. I mean, I'm still proud of you. Cheating without getting caught is a skill in its own right.”
Molly pinched his chest, knocking the air out of him, before joining him in laughing. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. I needed to hear that. Whatever they throw at us, we'll get through it together.” Molly got off the bed and carried Ren to the door. “Now, how's about we join the others. I'd say we've earned a bit of R&R.”
“Is that what we'll be doing?” Ren asked from her palm. “I get the feeling you're going to be the only one relaxing.”
“Quit complaining. You can't get tired, and I plan on putting that fact to good use. It would be wasteful of me not to.” Molly stopped at the door, halted by wandering thoughts. “Makes me wonder how they're punishing Petra. With all the freaky shit she's into, I struggle to think what could actually hurt her.”
“Pretty sure her ‘punishment’ is more akin to role play. I'm just glad we aren't caught up in it.” Mercy be to any innocent souls who are.
…
Petra stood naked in the center of a dense downtown, high rises and skyscrapers reaching no higher than her knees. The vast urban jungle spread out far beyond the horizon, an infinite field of concrete. The streets bustled with traffic, cars and pedestrians, and swarms of workers and tourists infested the buildings, all of them only a centimeter tall.
“The fourth circle…” Petra muttered as she took in her surroundings. Contrary to popular belief, the different layers of the Downstairs, referred to as numbered circles, don't correlate to the crimes of the damned nor the severity of them. Each circle provides a unique setting to house souls in need of cleansing, giving torturers a variety of fun roles to don during their sessions. In the fourth circle, sinners’ fabricated, humdrum lives would be regularly interrupted by colossal angels unleashing rapture on their poor city. In the third circle’s jungles, torturers behaved like feral beasts, often transforming elements of their appearance to resemble those of fantastical monsters, and devoured sinners as prey. In the ninth circle, sinners are forced to watch reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond from the gaps between their captors’ squirming toes.
Panic erupted around Petra's feet. No one expected a thousand-foot-tall nude woman to suddenly appear in the heart of downtown. Cars veered around the massive impediments blocking the road, pedestrians screamed and fled in any which direction, and office workers on lunch break gawked at the buxom angel from street facing windows. The souls here all had their memories altered. They were no longer murderers, rapists, and politicians serving their sentence in the afterlife; they were regular John Smiths and Jane Does running the rat race, their nine to fives interrupted by an unfathomably tall and busty angel.
“Glad you could make it, my darling Petra.” Down the street, Cindy appeared in a flash of light, towering over the panicking residents and their pathetic buildings. A lace negligee veiled her otherwise naked figure, its midnight hue complimenting her raven wings and sky blue hair. Cindy held out her arms, gesturing towards the city sprawling around her. “Do you like the venue? It's been so long since our last play date. Such a monumental occasion deserves an audience.”
While most pedestrians had retreated to more comfortable distances, one sinner remained directly below the black-winged angel. In life, Petrov Popoffski was an award-winning film director who sexually assaulted several of his lead actresses and helped cover up the wrongdoings of the Hollywood elites who populated his inner circle. Now, he was staring up the skirt of a gigantic woman, getting a perfect shot of Cindy’s squish mitten.
Without looking at the perv, Cindy moved her foot over, pulverizing him beneath her sole. In an instant, Petrov was reduced to a drop of red staining the ball of her foot. His soul left the jam that once formed his body and departed for another circle of the Downstairs. When a sinner “died” in one circle, they were reborn in a different one to meet another cruel fate from another angel. This cycle repeated until their soul was cleansed of all evil so that their reformed spirit could bask in the glory of Heaven.
Petra strolled down the street towards the other angel, each footstep producing a rumbling cacophony as the asphalt cracked under her weight. Perverts gathered along the rooftops to watch her lofty breasts jiggle as she walked. Her hips swayed like a pendulum, hypnotizing the crowd with her gargantuan ass.
“It's perfect.” Petra's words escaped her lips with a breathy whisper, traveling the short distance to Cindy's ears. The two angels, curvaceous pillars rising from the city's foundation, stood within arm’s reach of the other, a paper-thin margin keeping their hefty chests from touching.
Cindy placed a hand on Petra’s shoulder and dropped her to her knees. With her other hand, she lifted the short skirt of her negligee, presenting her whispering eye to her play partner. Petra peeked at Cindy’s face. The glint in her eyes and the tip of her tongue poking out from the corner of those glistening lips was all the signal Petra needed; a silent command worth more than all the words in the dictionary.
Petra leaned forward and kissed Cindy’s love bud. She stuck out her tongue and licked the stretch of the slit, lathering those lower lips in spit. The angel lapped Cindy’s pearl gently, polishing it with the same finesse she would apply to a real jewel. A light touch was enough. For Petra understood her assignment: get Cindy heated up for the festivities.
Cindy petted her angelic crotch warmer, coursing her fingers through those silky pink locks. Soft breaths escaped her in small puffs. A steady murmur trembled in her throat and threatened to boil over at every touch of Petra’s tongue. Sinners, assuaged by the lack of destruction, gathered around the women on the street and rooftops, enjoying free admission to the sultry show.
The blue-haired angel could have stood there savoring the intimate connection with her close friend and coworker for a while longer, but there was work to be done. She tightened her grip on Petra's scalp and ripped her away. Cindy then bent down and wrapped her hand around Petra's neck before hoisting her into the air, dangling the angel above the ground. Petra grabbed at Cindy’s fingers to pry herself free, but the black-winged angel’s grip was too strong. She kicked at her assailant, but Cindy withstood every blow, standing stoically above the sprawling city at her feet.
A lascivious grin curled up Cindy’s cheeks. She strangled Petra with one hand, drawing one last eager breath before denying any more. Assuaged worries roused once more in the crowds surrounding the angels as one flexed her superiority over all else present. Run, cower, scream; what could these hapless sinners do to protect themselves from a being of such greater magnitude?
Cindy tossed Petra away with superhuman strength, hurtling her like a ragdoll through the meager blocks before her. As Petra tumbled through the city, her tremendous body demolished every bodega, apartment complex, fine dining establishment, and bank unfortunate enough to find itself in her trajectory along with all the wretched villains trapped inside them. A path of ruin carved through the concrete jungle leaving nothing but dirt, debris, and sanguine viscera.
Laying over the remains of a football stadium, Petra coughed and wheezed. Red rings scarred the area around her neck where Cindy’s hand resided earlier. Petra's coughs sent dust and stray body parts flying, the angel unaware of the football team currently sandwiched between her tits and the field. She attempted to rise, bending her knees and dragging her butt to the sky, but a sharp lash across the cheeks sent her crashing down, her breasts mashing the football team and their loyal fans in the bleachers further into the dirt.
Cindy stood behind her brandishing a cat o’ nine tails. No human weapon could ever hope to draw an angel's blood, but the most malicious ones still stung. “Try that again. I dare you.”
Petra gritted her teeth and pushed herself up, rising to her hands and knees. Her flawless skin was marred by rubble and the remains of unworthy reprobates, and her ass blared red along nine searing stripes.
Cindy cracked her whip again, delighting in how the cords bounced against Petra’s supple backside. Petra wailed and fell once more, unable to flatten what lied beneath her any further. Satisfied, Cindy tossed her whip aside, causing a traffic jam a block over, and stepped over to her darling piggy. She planted her foot on the small of Petra’s back and dug in her heel. “Squeal for me.”
“Sooey!” Petra complied with a blue-ribbon worthy performance. Cindy removed her foot and snuck it under Petra’s waist, bathing it in the white-winged angel's warm arousal. She lifted Petra with her foot, propping her ass back up towards the sky, a permissible act so long as Cindy was the one positioning it. Petra braced for another lashing, but her tormentor had other plans.
Cindy took a few steps back and snapped her fingers. At her behest, the ground behind Petra parted, revealing the subway tracks running below the city streets. Cindy crouched over the tracks and held her hand out, cupping it over the subway in anticipation. A few seconds passed and then the familiar chugging of wheels on a track resonated out from the opened tunnel. The moment the train passed, Cindy gripped onto the front rail car and yanked it out of the tunnel, like fishing an eel from the water.
Passengers fell out of their seats to the back of their cars, piling on top of each other as Cindy dangled the train above the ground. The people inside could only catch brief glimpses of the colossal angel through the windows as they toppled over one another, and even then, only bits and bobs of her overwhelming presence actually fit into view. The eighth and final car swung like a tail, disorienting those inside even more. Cindy snapped her fingers, sealing the hole in the ground, and carried her catch back to Petra.
“Spread ‘em,” she commanded, making kissy faces at the train’s conductor in the meanwhile. Petra stuffed her hands with each cheek and did as told, revealing her puckered hole to the world. Cindy knelt before it and aimed the train at its new tunnel. The front rail car had a coned tip designed to reduce drag, but it also, contrary to the expectations of the engineers who designed it, primed the train for anal insertion.
A resounding plop reverberated through the train as Cindy eased it through Petra's wrinkled gates. Slow and steady, as if it were departing from the station, the subway train delved into the angel's ass, submerged in thick walls of anal tissue. The inside of Petra’s rectum was darker than the actual underground tunnels the train had emerged from, the cars’ interior lights doing little to illuminate the organic walls surrounding them. The air grew stuffier the deeper they dived, and intense gurgling rattled the metal cars.
On the outside, Cindy fed the insatiable beast its supper, gliding car after car into Petra's behind. By now, the front rail car was traveling through the colon and making its way to the endless trail of intestines. Petra shuddered with delight, moaning at every car that passed through her pucker. She felt stuffed from the gut down and was amused by the thought of hundreds of passengers trapped inside her, looking out their windows at their dreary environment as if they were on a guided tour through the digestive tract.
Finally, the last car entered Petra's caboose with its end sticking partway out of the rim.
“Good. That's one hole plugged. Let's see… let's see…” Cindy scanned the horizon, eyeing every building in the skyline. “Ah! Perfect.” She stood up and hoisted Petra over her shoulder, the pink-haired angel immobilized by the entire train lodged inside her. Cindy carried her over a couple blocks to a solitary, particularly phallic skyscraper that reached up to the angels’ knees. She removed the flailing Petra from her shoulder and held her horizontally over the tower.
Petra's eyes went wide as they took in the girth of the object below her. She turned her head, hoping to plead with the angel holding her, but all she got in return was a Cheshire grin. Cindy lowered Petra onto the tower, piercing her slit with its tip, and slowly pushed it into her. Arms tightened around the groaning angel to keep her from struggling while her other hole was stuffed from the front.
Inside the building, each floor from the top down became draped in darkness. The once pleasant view of a sunny sky was replaced by dank lips dripping with arousal. The vaginal walls swallowed the skyscraper, cutting off those inside from the outside world. Those not glued to the windows in morbid fascination rushed the stairwells in hopes of escaping from the ground floor, but their attempts proved folly.
With excruciating efficiency, Cindy stuffed Petra's pussy with the engorged skyscraper, burying the entire thing in her chasmal love canal. Petra lied on the ground groaning. Her labia, and the gallons of femcum oozing out of her, sealed off the tower's exits and flooded the ground floor.
“Feeling satisfied yet?” Cindy asked, circling to the front.
“Uh-huh. Uh-huh.” Petra's eyes glazed over and her body spasmed. She was too satisfied to say actual words.
“Strange.” Cindy knelt beside Petra and grabbed her chin with one hand, squeezing her cheeks between her thumb and fingers. “Because I see another hole in need of filling.”
Cindy snapped her fingers and a hole appeared in the sky above Petra's face: a portal to another circle of the Downstairs. Legions of the damned poured out of it, cascading like water rushing from an open flood valve. Cindy grabbed Petra's mouth with both hands and forced it open, allowing dozens upon hundreds of sinners to fill up the stuffed angel's maw. Petra made indiscernible whimpering sounds as people piled up in the back of her throat, filling in her gumline and coursing around her tongue. Before long, the mass of sinners grew past the incisors, piled together like a living, writhing rice ball, leading those still falling from the portal to bounce off the sides of her lips and cheeks.
Once full, Cindy pressed the other angel's mouth close. “Swallow.”
Petra followed her command, struggling to gulp down the hundreds of bodies in her mouth. A large bulge traveled down Petra's throat as she struggled to pull everyone through her esophagus. Cindy forced her mouth open once more to accept more snackrifices. A few people from the last bunch remained trapped in Petra's gob, stuck under her tongue or pinned to her gum line by the inner cheeks.
This cycle continued for a few minutes: Cindy filling up Petra's mouth, and Petra forcing her victims down her gullet. Thousands of sinners wound up in the angel's cavernous belly, quickly overflowing her gastric “acids” and packing the place from wall to wall. They all squirmed like worms inside her, upsetting every inch of her stomach. By the time Cindy called it quits and closed the portal, Petra’s belly was bloating outwards. She appeared ready to blow chunks, but fortunately for everyone invloved, her celestial biology made such unseemly physical responses unnecessary.
“Now you're looking full.” Cindy’s giddiness was almost as sickening as the unrelenting vore binge. “Would you care to wash those snacks down?”
Cindy slipped out of her negligee's shoulder straps and let the cups fall off her bountiful chest. She cradled Petra's head in her arms and brought her play partner to her breast, the other angel locking her lips around the other's teat.
Angels did not reproduce like animals of the mortal plane, sexually nor asexually. Each one was created directly by the Goddess Herself, crafted perfectly in the image She saw fit with no direct relation to Her or any other angel. Sexual processes such as orgasms, consumption processes such as eating, and nurturing processes like breast feeding did not serve any biological purpose but were often practiced amongst angels and their charges for fun.
Milk infused with traces of lavender sprayed out of Cindy's tit like an unimpeded faucet. A white tidal wave crashed over Petra’s tongue, taking with it any stray crumbs. Petra swallowed with gusto to clear her clogged throat of stragglers, but she struggled to keep up with Cindy’s output. Milk leaked out from the corners of her mouth as her gut grew more bloated. The squirming within her died down as sinners drowned in the milky flood.
Eventually, Cindy relented, tearing Petra from her drained teat. If Petra appeared satisfied before, now she was utterly engorged, cramping from every angle. She couldn’t move, doing so would cause her to burst at the seams. A single centimeter-tall sinner couldn’t make it past her uvula, the angel at the upper limit of max capacity.
“And now that my suckling pig is stuffed full…” Cindy chuckled, unable to withhold her excitement. “This is where the fun begins!”
A big toe, ten times the size of the angels, came crashing down on Petra, destroying everything and everyone trapped inside her as she was flattened into the pavement.
“Forgive me, my darling angels, but I could not adhere to the role of passive observer any longer.” Wndr, a mile tall goddess to the hapless sinners, cast a shadow over the angels and much of the Downstairs. Her immaculate, full-bodied figure loomed over the miniature city in all its naked glory, cratering the long stretches of civilization beneath Her feet. “I deemed your antics inspired but wanting of divine intervention.”
To the goddess, the blue-haired angel standing before Her big toe was but a centimeter tall, making the sinners at Cindy’s feet mere microbes to the writer of reality. The view from the ground was incomprehensible. The human eye could not fit all of Wndr within its scope, each part of her foot appearing as a curved, flesh-tone barrier rising into the atmosphere. Everything from the ankle up may as well have been a projection, an image imposed on the sky itself for Her figure was too grand to exist in the same plane as the damned.
Wndr lifted her foot, the very act sending shockwaves through the faux earth, and tilted her sole upwards. Petra remained plastered to the expansive big toe, surface tension preventing her from peeling herself off. Rubble from the phallic skyscraper poured from her nethers, reduced to dust inside her. The subway train was in no better condition, though its crumpled remains stayed lodged in her intestines.
Wndr pinched Petra between her fingers and effortlessly peeled her off, lifting the angel a thousand feet to face level. “How are you faring?” She asked the crumb in her grip. The high-velocity winds accompanying Her words blasted Petra. Were it not for the immense digits pinning her in place, she would have flown for miles before landing. “Repentant yet?”
“Of course, my Goddess! To fail You is my greatest shame. Please, do all in your power to right my wrong.” Petra chomped on her lower lip as she spoke. Even under her goddess’ oppressive pressure, Petra's body squirmed erratically.
“No need to sound so eager. You're being punished, remember. This isn't supposed to be fun.” Nevertheless, Wndr couldn't help but smirk at Her winged servant's enthusiasm. “Cindy’s efforts were commendable, but it is I who holds the power to break you.”
Wndr lowered her hand to her waist and flicked Petra behind her into the ground, the angel squealing the whole trip down. Upon impact, Petra took out half of a college campus, eliminating all science and law courses from the curriculum. The music & communications building was still standing, at least until the angel rolled over, demolishing it with her rear end. But Petra’s wayward destruction would not go unanswered.
An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. A continental ass descending from the heavens to wipe out more than Petra's relatively modest rump could ever hope to. The world was consumed in darkness as the entire moon plummeted from orbit. The blue skies were replaced by Wndr's skin tone stretching over the length of the microscopic sinners’ horizon. There was no time to panic. Their puny brains couldn't process the information fast enough to understand what they were looking at. Petra stared up at the arbiter of judgment day and laughed, overcome with jubilation.
A sound rang out across the infinite expanse of the Downstairs, one no mortal could describe for it deafened their ears the moment they heard it. Cindy and Petra were the only two present who could make any sense of it, though the latter was preoccupied with the weight of the universe pressing down on her. In human terms, the sound of Wndr falling ass-first onto the city of the damned was comparable to five thousand nuclear warheads going off all at once in the same location. Everything beneath Her was reduced to dust. Everything surrounding Her was reduced to rubble. In that singular moment, a million residents of the fourth circle were sent to another layer of the Downstairs.
Cindy flew high into the air, avoiding the wave of destruction which had emanated from Wndr's derriere. Her goddess, sitting casually on the crater of a city, outstretched Her finger to perch on. As Cindy landed on the fingertip, a bright flash of light signaled Petra's appearance beside her.
“Petra, darling, you are looking fine. Did you lose weight?” Cindy asked facetiously.
Petra was as flat as a fellow named Stanley. Her body wobbled in the high-altitude air, waving like a sexy, naked, angel-shaped flag. “I heard crunches worked wonders on flattening tummies, but this is ridiculous!”
Cindy felt the soft ground beneath her rise and fluttered off, avoiding the oncoming thumb from pinning her down. Petra in her flaccid state was not so lucky.
“Now, Petra, you’re in perfect shape for your next task.” Wndr pinched Petra’s perfectly flat head and stretched her thin into string. She tied her head around one finger, and her feet around the other, tugging the angel taught between both points. “As you would expect, My teeth shine with the brilliance of the stars, but it can never hurt to take preventative measures. Can’t have My pearly whites marred by plaque build-up.”
Wndr opened Her mouth wide and wedged Petra’s waist between her incisors. Tugging on Petra like a pulley, Wndr flossed Her teeth with the angel, grinding her torso, waist, and legs against the gaps between each tooth. Not that there was any plaque to scrape off, but the flattened angel’s beating heart and racing pulse felt great against the goddess’ nerve endings.
Soaring outside Her mouth, Cindy couldn’t tell if Petra’s screams were of pleasure or agony. Whichever the case, she trusted in her goddess’ will and weighed how she could make herself useful.
Wndr sat with Her legs spread out, casually as if She were on a mat and not a ruined city. An odoriferous aroma wafted out from her crotch, diffusing throughout the once bustling streets. Had there been any survivors trapped between the walls of Her thighs, the scent alone would have been pungent enough to knock them out cold. Whether the smell was alluring or revolting wasn't an issue; the sheer strength of the odor would deprive the human brain of oxygen, felling any mortal lucky enough to be so close.
With her purpose made clear, Cindy dove towards Wndr's crotch. She slipped past the labia and nestled herself beneath the clitoral hood. The sacred sugar-plum hung as big as the angel, the bud begging to be plucked. Cindy wrapped her arms and legs around it and worshipped it with her whole being. She gyrated against it, mashing her nub into its superior. She pressed her lips to it and sucked on it like a lover in the night. She rubbed it down with her hands, polishing the pearl to a mirror finish. Even from far below, Cindy could hear the tumultuous moaning echoing from above.
After getting the molars squeaky clean, Wndr removed Petra from her mouth. She unwrapped her from one finger, sending her upper half rocketing towards the lower, like a respooling measuring tape. As Petra unraveled around her goddess’ forefinger, she returned to her regular shape, plump in all the right places with no more signs of bloat.
“Go. Assist Cindy,” Wndr commanded between heavy breaths. Petra didn't hesitate to comply.
Cindy continued going to town on Wndr's clit until she felt a warm, snake-like thing slurping up her arousal. “Eek!” She jumped off the massive love bean and looked down at the pink scalp peeking out from between her legs. “Petra?”
Petra hovered upside down behind Cindy, bending over the other angel's taint. “Got room for one more?”
“What a silly question.” Seeing her friend restored Cindy's composure. “You could fit at least a hundred of us in here.”
“Or two of us and one ginormous finger.” On cue, Wndr's finger barreled into Her vulva, colliding with the angels and sending them deeper into the chasm. In the chaos, Petra embraced Cindy and locked lips with her, riding the finger amidst the throes of passion. Their intimacy only grew closer as they were mashed into the roof of Wndr's vagina.
The goddess massaged her G-spot, grinding Her angels against the sensitive area as they made love inside her. The angels felt their bodies contort under the pressure, the two becoming one in body and spirit. Beyond kissing, they didn’t need to move themselves, their chests and crotches grinding together through the finger's influence.
Wndr collapsed onto Her back. It was as if a lumberjack cut down the world tree, the impact annihilating all beneath it. As the goddess fingered Herself, She arched her back and bucked Her hips, pulverizing the microscopic ruins under Her into a fine powder. Her moans were louder than the revelatory trumpets meant to beckon Armageddon.
The angels didn't get any sense of that. Nothing existed beyond themselves. The moaning, the tremors, the wailing souls wisped away from one Hell to another, all fell on deaf ears. Their reality stretched only so far as their passion. Smooshed together, sandwiched between a finger and the G-spot, their consciousness ceased. Their duties mattered no more, and their names lost all meaning. They were both alive in the moment, entrenched in a love beyond mortal comprehension.
…
Molly walked to the living room carrying Ren in her hand. As they entered the open space, the muffled shouting they had heard from the bedroom became clearly discernable.
“You think you can escape me!? When I get my hands on you, I'll stab you with my fingernail and gut you like a fish!” Lindsay was huddled by the coffee table burying her arm beneath its lower shelf. Her arm swept across the floor, searching for the miserable cretin that had crawled underneath and out of reach. “I'll tear off each of your limbs and make you watch as I swallow them one by one! I'll shove what's left of you deep into my pussy and drown you in my orgasm! I'll…”
“Lindsay, your guests have arrived,” Sheila said, perched comfortably on the couch’s arm rest.
Lindsay turned around and pulled herself out from under the furniture. Her scowl quickly dispersed, growing into a smile at the sight of her friends. “Hey, guys. You ready to join us?”
“We sure are,” Molly said. Ren gave a more tentative thumbs up, afraid to ask what Lindsay had been putting her boyfriend through.
“Chaz, get out from there already. Molly and Ren are here.”
It took a minute, but Chaz eventually stepped out into the light, a goofy grin adorning his face. During his trek, Sheila established a soul link between him and the other couple so they could all understand each other.
“You guys get to live this everyday? This is a dream come true. Best Spring Break ever!” Chaz tried to steer his gaze away from Molly; her towering over him still got a rise out of him. Ren was relieved to see the other sprite hadn't been traumatized. That boded well.
“I have to ask: what is with this getup?” Molly flicked at the spikes on Lindsay’s bikini, surprised to find them as sharp as they looked.
“What, you don't like it?” Lindsay swiveled her hips, admiring her outlandish attire. “It makes me feel badass, and it's a lot comfier than it looks.”
“I sure hope so. You look like you stepped out of Mad Max.”
“That or you're a villain of the week from Fist of the North Star,” Ren added.
Lindsay shrugged. “Either is acceptable.”
“Speaking of outfits, let's get you into something more appropriate.” Sheila placed a hand on Molly’s shoulders and chanted an ancient incantation. Black and red runes appeared sprawled over Molly's clothing, morphing her modest apparel into a pair of black panties and X-shaped pasties that revealed the rest of her sun-kissed skin to the room. “Much better.”
Instinctively, Molly assumed a demure pose in a commendable attempt at covering herself up.
“Chill, girl. You look great.” Lindsay leaned in and wrapped her arm around her friend's bare shoulder. “Besides, we've known each other long enough to show a little skin.”
“Yeah, but what about Chaz? And Sheila's practically a stranger.” As Molly cupped her breasts in her arm, she inadvertently squeezed Ren against one of her boobs, burying him in supple flesh.
“Don't concern yourself with my judgment,” Sheila said dryly. “That's my Goddess' job.”
“And why care about what this worthless pest thinks?” Lindsay added, pointing to Chaz with her big toe. “His gaze belongs solely to me anyway. Isn't that right, darling?”
“R-right.” Chaz's attention snapped back to Lindsay, an action that, however slight, did not go unnoticed.
“You lecherous imbecile!” Lindsay stomped on her man vigorously, mashing him into the carpet with the ball of her foot. “How dare you look at another woman, my best friend of all people, you fucking pervert! Thou shalt have no gods besides me!”
Seeing Lindsay and Chaz get along so well loosened Molly up. Allowing herself to go exposed, Molly glanced at her man in her hand and thought about what she wanted to do with him. After a quick musing, she waltzed over to the sofa and sat down, setting her husband down on the floor before her. “What do you think, Lindsay? Doesn't some foot worship sound good about now?”
“Sure. That's all these vermin are good for anyway.” Lindsay sat down beside her friend, bending over to flick her pathetic boyfriend off his spot plastered to her sole. Ren knelt before the wall of toes and cozied up to the big one, planting kisses on it while his wife’s smile beamed down on him. Chaz scampered to Lindsay’s big toe and followed suit, pressured by his girl’s looming scowl.
Ren wedged himself between Molly’s big and index toe, sidling up to her webbing and lapping away at it with his tongue. In turn, Molly lazily lifted and lowered her hulking digits, stroking Ren while he serviced her.
Lindsay scrunched her toes, entrapping her boyfriend within their tight grip. Before he had the chance to adjust to his prison, she slammed him into the carpet, forcing the weight of her foot onto him before snatching him up again. Chaz attempted to continue his show of faith, but his goddess girlfriend never kept him in one place for long. For her, the sensation of manhandling the puny sprite with her toes was more satisfying than his pathetic attempts at devotion.
“You’re doing great, sweetie,” Molly cheered. Ren had clambered on top of her foot and kissed the tops of her toes as he crawled over them.
“No, no, no. You’re being too nice,” Lindsay said, wagging her finger in admonishment. “You’ve got to degrade him. Remind him of his place in the presence of us higher beings.”
“I’m being supportive of his interests. Shaming him doesn't do it for either of us.”
Ren wormed his way over each toe and gave each the love it deserved, ignoring the conversation occurring far above him. He figured it wasn't his place to butt in on a discussion between “higher beings.”
“The only encouragement they need is the gentle nudge of an iron fist, or in this case: foot.” Lindsay released Chaz from her toes, dropping him onto the floor, and slammed her heel into him, grinding it with gusto to punctuate her point. “‘Better to be feared than to be loved,’ and all that.”
Molly rolled her eyes. “Look at it this way: doting on Ren is actually crueler for Chaz.” The other woman cocked an eyebrow at Molly’s confident grin. “I'm presenting him with a fantasy he'll never have under your rule to remind him how unfair his miserable existence is.”
Stars appeared in Lindsay’s spangled eyes. “Molly, how utterly depraved!” She scraped her man off her heel, offering him a brief respite to bask in the light. “You hear that, Chaz? How unfortunate that you’re stuck with merciless me.”
“Unfortunate? Even if it’s just as the dirt caught beneath your sole, there’s no one I’d rather be with than you.” Chaz laid unflinching beside his girlfriend’s foot, ready to be smothered by it once more.
Lindsay’s cheeks flushed red, and her heart beat loud enough for everyone else to hear.
“K-k-know your place, worm!” She dropped her foot gently onto her shrunken lover and caressed him with it, rubbing circles into the carpet. “A measly bug has no right to say such sweet things to his goddess.” A single kiss on her trodden skin, so slight only one’s true love could perceive it, shattered what still stood of the goddess’ composure. Bubbly whimpers babbled out from Lindsay’s lips as she increased the pressure of her foot’s embrace.
Giggling at her friend’s smitten teasing, Molly plucked her little man off her toes with her other foot, dangling him by the legs from her scrunched digits. She rested her feet on their sides and pressed them together, hugging Ren with her soles. Ren’s whole world was overtaken by his wife’s feet, cradling him from head to toe, filling his nostrils with their distinctive scent. The couple took their time together savoring the other’s affection while Lindsay and Chaz did the same in their own unique way.
After a while, Sheila stepped back into the forefront, craving a little variety. “Look alive, people! Now that we've had the chance to settle in, it's game time!” She snapped her fingers, and a kiddie pool filled with gummy people appeared beyond the coffee table, filling up the empty space of the living room. She held out her hand and gestured to the women to hand her the sprites. Hesitant, Molly and Lindsay glanced at one another before eventually complying, peeling their men from their feet and placing them in the angel's palm. “You've heard of bobbing for apples? Well, I call this: ‘Bobbing for Boy Toys.’ It's a popular pass time in Heaven.”
After pushing the coffee table aside, using magic of course, Sheila dropped the boys into a writhing cespool of sentient gummies. In seconds, Ren and Chaz vanished from sight, buried by a gummy swarm pulling them under. Their spritely forms put up a pitiful resistance against the horde, unable to fight back against their sheer, sugary strength.
“The rules are simple: grab your partner using nothing but your mouth. First one to do so wins. Feel free to swallow the candy, and grabbing the other guy doesn't count. Spit him out and try again.”
“More gummies?” Lindsay groaned. “We're going to get diabetes with all this candy you angels keep feeding us.” She squeezed the scarce fat on her tummy, worried she had already ruined her fine-tuned figure.
“Don’t worry. These suckers contain no sugar, carbs, fat, or artificial sweeteners. They’ll fill your stomach, but they provide zero nutritional value whatsoever.”
Molly reached into the pool, snatched a royal blue gummy, and plopped it into her mouth. The moment it touched her tongue, a tidal wave of raspberry goodness drowned her tastebuds. A tantalizing tang unlike any earthly treat sparked her senses, electrifying her mouth with the intensity of a live wire. “How? Where does all this flavor come from?”
“By the grace of our goddess,” Sheila said. “There’s no need for sustenance in Heaven. Our food exists solely to satisfy, to fill your bellies and light your taste buds on fire. But enough talk. Get to bobbing!”
Molly and Lindsay approached the kiddie pool, crouching down and leaning over the plastic rim. The gummies squirmed in a tumultuous, technicolor sea, obscuring the sprites from sight. Ren and Chaz, buried in solidified, celestial corn syrup, struggled against their captors. They fought to reach the light, but the tides kept them submerged. And they were never in one spot for long, gelatinous arms carrying them every which way. The women overlooking the pool struggled to see any signs of their lovers, each gummy limb twice the length of their partners’.
A pop gun appeared in Sheila's hand which she promptly pointed skyward. At the pull of the trigger, a loud bang echoed throughout the beach house. “Begin!”
The women dove their heads in with mouths wide open. One issue made itself immediately clear: neither could see far into the pool. When bobbing for apples, participants can at least see their target, but there was no indication where exactly the sprites had been carried off to. In addition, a heap of solid gummy people provided much more resistance than water, meaning the two could only push themselves so deep. Without a clear sight, telling apart the slaps from flailing boys apart from those of the candy was near impossible. Thus, the prevailing strategy became shoving as many gummies as could fit into one’s mouth and praying.
“Molly! Over here!” Ren shouted, the soul link connecting his voice to his lover’s mind. Molly circled the kiddie pool towards her husband’s cries and aimed as best she could, filling her mouth with the squiggly constructs. Using her tongue, Molly felt around her mouth for her partner, but nothing in there had his flavor. None of the gummies had his heartbeat. So she decimated the squigglers with her teeth, tearing them asunder before swallowing the sugary sweet viscera.
“This way, Lindsay! I'm over here!” Following her boyfriend's call, Lindsay circled to the opposite end, diving down in search of him. Within the gummy mass, she felt his toned arms brush against her upper lip, but her mouth was already too full to grab him, her tongue impeded by a thick glob of candy. Still, in failure there was a delicious treat to devour.
“Molly!”
“Lindsay!”
Both women rounded the pool until they bumped into one another.
“Hey! Stay out of my way!”
“Nuh-uh! I was here first!” The two dunked their heads together, shoving each other with their cheeks. Molly dowsed for her lover with her outstretched tongue, divining his location through the gelatinous sea. Upon feeling the savory skin of a man, she snatched him up and dragged him into her waiting maw, raising her head out of the pool with him in tow.
“I did it! I won! I…” Molly stopped cheering as she inspected the tiny person in her mouth, pressing him against her hard palate and groping every millimeter with her tongue. “Wait a minute…”
Opening up revealed a disoriented Chaz lying in a bed of saliva.
“How dare you enter another woman's mouth!” Lindsay yelled, her voice carrying the pained intonation of a knife stabbing her back. Molly held out her tongue for Lindsay to snatch her man back. She squeezed him tight between her fingers, pointing her sharp thumbnail at his miniscule throat. “Your punishment shall be so severe that when I’m through with you, you'll feel relieved to get to Hell.”
While Lindsay berated her boyfriend, Molly dove back into the pool. She was certain Ren was nearby, she just needed to stretch her tongue out and… There! A gummy woman, Amazonian in scale from the sprite’s perspective, embraced Ren like a passionate lover, humping his brains out. This obscured Ren to some degree, but Molly got enough of his taste on the tip of her tongue to find him.
Molly pulled the pair inside, the gumazon refusing to release her catch, and rolled them on her tongue. Drenched in spit and sugar, Ren tried to wrestle free from his captor, but the piece of literal eye candy held firm, grinding her corn syrup saturated pussy all over him while Molly tried sucking them apart. Losing patience, Molly pushed the both of them onto her molars and bit down, pulverizing the gumazon. She chewed on them until the gummy was reduced to unrecognizable chunks. Her invincible husband remained unscathed, though all the gnashing left him feeling tender.
“Ha! Now I won.” Molly spat Ren into her hand and showed off her prize to Lindsay, the latter still belting threats at her puny partner.
Lindsay shrugged. “Yeah, well you guys have been together forever, so it's only natural that you'd have an advantage.”
“That, and my hubby knows better than to let another woman suck on him.”
“But I’ve been in Petra's- Mmph!” Molly smothered Ren with her thumb, burying him in her fist.
“Congratulations to our winner!” Sheila announced, somehow cheering in monotone. “But don't fret, my dearest Lindsay. There's always a chance to comeback in our next game.” The moody angel held out her hand, and a pair of miniature bicycles appeared on her fingertips. “Molly, Chaz is going to ride this from your shoulder down your chest and take a leap off your boobs. Lindsay, you're going to be sitting on the floor trying to catch him with your pussy. Then, you two switch positions and do the same with Ren.”
The four stared at her dumbfounded. Sheila leaned towards Lindsay and cupped her hand around the brunette's ear. “Psst, you'll have the advantage since Molly’s ramps are steeper. More hangtime, you feel?” Sheila fell back as an epiphany struck. “Oh, and you'll get more points depending on how many flips Chaz and Ren pull off.”
I'd like to see Mr. Terminal Illness outcompete our beloved jock, Sheila thought, cackling to herself.
Molly sighed. “This game sounds even dumber than the last.”
“Come on, ‘Tits & Tricks’ is a classic. Give it a shot before you knock it.” Sheila’s eyes darted between the two women expectantly. Angels were obligated to get consent, implied or otherwise, though few enjoyed taking no for an answer. They were guardian angels after all; they knew what was best for their charges better than the mortals themselves did. Sheila pulled out all the stops: pouting, puppy dog eyes, soft whimpering, the works.
“Ugh, fine! We’ll try your stupid game.” Lindsay slipped out of her panties and dropped to the floor, tossing Chaz to her bestie. Sheila yoinked the sprite from Molly’s hand and planted him on a little bicycle. She grabbed Ren too for safe keeping and held the occupied bike in place on Molly’s shoulder, instructing her to stand straight and still. Lindsay sat facing her friend and spread her legs, positioning herself as best she could figure to be a prime landing spot.
Chaz gazed down Molly’s body towards his naked girlfriend airing out her cooch below. What is my life right now? His guardian angel was holding his centimeter tall body in place on his former crush’s shoulder in preparation for him to BMX off her breast with the express aim of landing in his girlfriend’s vagina. His sexual fantasies had instilled confusing thoughts before, but this made even the wildest wet dreams seem like daytime TV shlock.
“Ready, set, go!” Sheila released the bicycle, sending Chaz hurtling down Molly’s clavicle. Molly chuckled as the wheels spun against her skin, the sensation tickling her. Chaz shut his eyes. Tears streamed down his cheeks, pelted by the wind that billowed his cheeks and blasted his hair. Even so, his ramp was too large to miss, and in no time, Chaz was rocketing off Molly’s boob into the air like a free bird.
“Aaaaah!” Chaz plummeted through the air, falling from a height comparable to leaping off a skyscraper. His fists tightened around his handlebars and his eyes watered like open faucets. The idea of aiming himself to land on a particular spot was beyond him, though somewhere in the back of his brain he remembered he was supposed to pull off a flip. He leaned his head forward and prayed.
Lindsay watched her bug-sized man fall towards her and scooted around to get under him. Catching a ball in her hand was hard enough, but she had never attempted to catch something with her crotch before. She planted her ass where she expected Chaz's trajectory to take him.
Splat!
Chaz crashed into the carpet between Lindsay’s thighs. His bike was totaled, but he was unharmed if a little dazed. He at least pulled off one flip before crashing.
“Crap! Sorry, babe,” Lindsay apologized, leaning forward to check on her boyfriend. “That’s my bad. I expected you to fly farther. I'll get closer next round.”
Chaz got up and rubbed a crick out of his neck. “You aren't blaming me?”
“Huh? Oh, right.” Lindsay cleared her throat. “The hell was that, you useless insect!? A gnat can maneuver freely through the air, and you're somehow more worthless than that. Bugs that can't fly belong plastered to the bottom of my foot and ground into the dirt.”
That’s more like it, Chaz thought with a goofy grin adorning his face. Lindsay tried to maintain her scowl to stay in character, but the happy bug between her thighs was too cute to pretend to stay angry at.
“Alright, it's Ren and Molly's turn.” Sheila helped Lindsay up while Molly removed her panties and sat down. After Lindsay took her jacket and bikini top off, Sheila positioned Ren on her shoulder. My couple isn't out of the game yet. These two can still do worse.
Molly scooted extra close, her knees touching Lindsay’s ankles. Obviously, Ren wasn’t going to get as much distance, and so jealousy swelled in Lindsay’s perky if comparatively modest chest.
“Ready, set, go!”
Ren fared no better than Chaz. Gravity propelled him down Lindsay's collar onto her tit. Lindsay laughed at the wheels tickling her as they spun, giving her tits enough bounce to make Ren's ride all the bumpier. He reached the tip of her chest at breakneck speeds, and his front wheel collided with her nipple as he took off, flipping his bike forward as he fell through the air.
Ren had no control over himself as he plummeted towards Molly. His knuckles turned white as he clenched the handlebars, and he braced his feet beneath the pedals so he wouldn't veer off the bike. He flipped three times by pure accident and landed directly in Molly’s belly button.
“Look at that. We did it!” Molly picked the dazed Ren out of her navel and kissed him.
“Hate to break it to you, but your vaj is a bit further south,” Sheila said, helping Molly up. “You get points for the flips though, putting you ahead of the other team.” Lindsay was in the process of sitting down before the angel stopped her. “Hold on. It's clear you both are inexperienced at this…”
The two women shot a glance at each other as if to say, “Of course, we are.”
“...so how's about I offer a demonstration.” In a flash of light, Sheila’s clothes disappeared from her body, putting her supple physique on full display. Her figure was notably more reasonable than Petra’s, but Sheila still had the grace one would expect from an angel. And what she lacked up top was made up for in her trunk held aloft by a generous set of thighs.
Sheila got down on the floor crab-style, chest up with her arms and legs holding her torso off the ground. Molly stood opposed to the angel’s crotch while Lindsay positioned Chaz on her shoulder, his bike mended by the same magic that brought it into existence.
“Ready, set, go!”
Once more Chaz rode down Molly’s chest as a ramp, and once more he leapt off her tit. As Chaz fell, Sheila crawled along the floor, studying the sprite’s trajectory until she was sure she was in the right spot. She brought one hand to her crotch and spread her labia apart, opening herself up like she was catching a tossed popcorn kernel with her mouth.
Unable to control his descent, Chaz put his faith in Sheila. He managed two flips before landing somewhere dark and damp.
“Oh!” Sheila moaned as she swallowed Chaz whole, squeezing her thighs together and sealing him off from the outside. The walls of the angel’s pussy closed in around Chaz, separating him from the bike and coating him in a viscous layer of Sheila’s arousal. Sheila collapsed onto the floor and rubbed her clit all while Chaz sunk deeper inside her.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” Lindsay shouted. Sheila ignored her and writhed on the floor, lost little Chaz flailing aimlessly inside her. “This was all a setup to steal my boyfriend, wasn’t it? Give him back!”
“If you want him, then you’ll have to take him. But you already knew that.” Sheila’s goading motivated Lindsay, the woman dropping to her knees to plunge her fingers in after her boyfriend. She pushed her fingers as deep as they’d go and stroked fervently, searching for the shrunken man trapped inside. But all she got for her efforts were a cacophony of moans.
“Why isn’t this working!?” Lindsay asked, soaking her hand in angelic ejaculate. Molly stood back and watched with Ren in her palm, the blushing Molly forming a wall with her other hand to obscure the obscenity from her hubby.
Eventually, Lindsay felt the tips of her fingers graze the tiny hunk. He spasmed at her touch, overwhelmed by the sensual overload. Lindsay, not wanting to ruin his fun, backed off at first, but then an idea sprung to mind. She reached in again and pinched his member between her middle and forefinger, pressing his back against the wall as she stroked it. This way, she could pleasure both her man and her angel simultaneously, the two submitting to those magical fingers.
Lindsay turned to face the others, not missing a beat. “How about you two? You guys want in?” she asked from on top of the world.
Molly peered down at Ren in her palm and petted him with her fingertips. The couple locked eyes and communicated their interests silently.
A wink and a nod later, Molly lowered her hand to her crotch and let Ren climb onto her, the sprite hanging off her clitoral hood while using her lips as footing. She then knelt forward and draped herself over Lindsay’s back, wrapping her arms around the woman. While Ren got to work polishing her pearl with his miniscule tongue, Molly nibbled on Lindsay's ear, fondled her breasts, and fiddled her love bud.
Lindsay purred, and her muscles tensed. The weight of Molly's breasts bore down on her back. The tantalizing pain coming from her ear gave her goosebumps and sent the hairs across her skin standing on end. Keeping the pace on her partners became increasingly difficult as she drifted on waves of bliss.
Euphoria ran through the group from each point of contact, everyone bringing another to orgasm in a chain of ecstasy. The hallowed fields of Elysium could not contain the rhapsody present in the living room. Tensions eased and boundaries faded as five became one. Any worries for the future or regrets from the past ceased to exist; all that mattered was this moment in time where love trumped all.
…
“We're back, everybody! Did you miss me?” Becca ran into the living room dragging an excited Alex behind her. A dorsal fin hat topped Becca’s head, and both women carried plushies of various sea life under their arms. The sun had dipped halfway beyond the horizon, but in the evening hours the pair were still full of energy.
Molly was lying on the couch playing with Ren between her boobs. They were the only ones still awake, though Molly's limbs admittedly felt like jelly after that fun-filled afternoon. Chaz was asleep back in his body, cuddling with Lindsay and Sheila in a lounge chair in the corner of the room. Petra lied dead on the coffee table. An exhausted Cindy dumped her there before taking a dip in the gummy filled kiddie pool where she now soaked, defeated by her goddess’ libido.
“Hey, Becca,” Molly said with a hoarse voice. “You two have fun?”
“Not as much as you guys, apparently.” Becca walked up to the coffee table and checked Petra's pulse to no response. “Is she really dead?”
“Cindy said she'll get over it in a couple hours,” Ren said before getting scooped up by his wife.
Molly got up and walked past Becca, headed for the upstairs. “Let me put some real clothes on, and then we can watch a movie together if you'd like.”
“Ooh, ooh! I wanna watch Jaws!” Becca looked to Alex expectantly, and the angel nodded in agreement.
“Alrighty. Jaws it is.” As Molly climbed the stairs, she looked down at the tiny man sitting in her palm. “Hey, I just had a fun idea. What if every time the shark appears, I put you in my mouth. It'd be like a 4D experience.”
“You promise not to swallow me with the popcorn?” Ren joked. “I'd like to actually watch the movie, and I can't really do that from your stomach.”
“We'll save that for the big finale. How about that?” Molly entered the master bedroom with her husband. But before grabbing a change of clothes, she jumped onto the bed and planted Ren on her puckered lips, enveloping him in a giant kiss. Ren sprawled out on the plush pillows and reciprocated, hoping to never leave his wife's side ever again.