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Amy the Giantess

Amy's boyfriend was a monster; he would constantly abuse her physically and

psychologically, punching, kicking, and verbally taunting her. She wondered to

herself how she became involved with a person like this and why she continued to

stay in this relationship.

Whack! She felt the sharp pain on her cheek as Jeff slapped her in the face.

Jeff shouted, "You no-good bitch! You know I want to eat dinner at 6:30 sharp!

It is 6:35 and my food is not on the table. Damn you!"

"I'm sorry. I'm getting it right now."

She hurried into the kitchen and got his food and placed it on the dining room

table. As she placed the last dish on the table, he kicked her in the leg,

causing her to fall on the floor. Amy did not know which hurt the worst, the arm

that she fell on or the leg that Jeff just kicked. She got up crying as Jeff

just watched her and laughed, and went upstairs to her room and laid down on her

bed; she was glad she did not hear him coming after her.

Amy was a 19-year-old college student; she was very beautiful, busty, and had

deep blue eyes and golden-blond hair. She would commute to college each weekday

in her car, and come home in the late afternoon to face him. Even through all of

this abuse she managed to do well in school, maintaining a 3.3 gradepoint

average. Jeff was also 19, and had brown hair and blue eyes; he worked as a

manager at a local gas station. The pay was not that great, but it paid for the

small house in a rural area that they were renting.

During the first few months that they knew each other, Jeff was very different.

He would treat her with kindness and respect and she would do the same. Then he

started drinking and that's when things went downhill; it started out a few

beers per night and then escalated into hard liquor. While intoxicated is when

he would assault her, when she would cower down before him, pleading that he not

hurt her anymore; but the beatings and the verbal torment continued to get

worse, and though he would sometimes apologize the next day and promise to never

hurt her again, these promises were broken often within 24 hours. Almost all the

time she thought of leaving, but she worried about continuing her college

education; her parents were divorced, her father was nowhere to be found, and

her mother hardly had enough money to support herself, let alone Amy's

education. She worked on the weekends to help pay for college, received a

smallscholarship to assist, and currently had a fairly large loan; she was just

about making it now, and if she left that means she would have to find someplace

else to live, which would cost her money that she did not have. For now, staying

seemed to be in her best financial interests, and she believed she had no

placeelse to turn. In addition, she was afraid that if she left him, he would

come after her and harm her to a greater degree than he had done previously.

When she awoke the next morning, she got her clothes ready for the day and then

got into the shower; as she removed her clothes she wore the day before, as she

did not change them after last night's incident, she noticed the black-and-blue

marks on the right leg and arm. Quickly showering and dressing, she grabbed her

book-bag and walked downstairs. Fortunately Jeff was sleeping on the couch in

the living room, as she tip-toed past him and quietly opened, closed, and locked

the front door.

When she arrived home for the day at 4:00, she found herself thankfully alone.

She began preparing supper and was somewhat relieved at the fact that she had an

hour before he got home and it began all over again. As it neared five o'clock,

fear began to fill her mind as she thought of the things she would be put

through. A few minutes past five, Jeff burst into the house, mumbling

obscenities, and then pounded his way into the kitchen. As he walked in, Amy

could smell the alcohol on his breath and see the anger in his eyes.

"What is this shit?!?", he thundered as he looked at his wife. "I thought I told

you I wanted you to greet me at the damn door!"

"But," her voice quivering, "I am preparing your dinner now so it..."

"Shut it, whore!"

He then clenched his right fist and slammed it into her shoulder. She screamed

as the sharp pain centered in her shoulder and spread throughout her already

sore arm.

"Please stop! Please...", she cried as tears ran down her cheeks.

But he would not listen. He slapped her in the face and punched her in the jaw;

then he kicked her in the stomach. She fell to the floor, sobbing as she

experienced pain in many areas of her body. What had seemed like to her like 20

minutes was only about 1 minute, but after the last kick he grabbed a beer from

the refrigerator and left the kitchen. After lying on the floor trying to

collect herself and permit the pain to subside, she slowly got up a few minutes

later. She finally decided that she would have to leave; it was becoming too

much and she realized that he would probably never change. She limped to the

back door and walked outside of the house. She just wanted to be alone for a

while, so she walked into the woods in the back of the house.

Since they resided in a rural area with no neighbors for two miles around, she

was pretty much assured that she would not be disturbed. The chirping of the

crickets and some of the other sounds the animals made comforted her, as she

continued to walk deeper and deeper in the woods. The pain was becoming too

much, so she sat down on the soft, leafy ground; she became drowsy and laid down

on the forest floor, and fell asleep.

She abruptly awoke to a bright white light and a muffled hum coming from the

sky. Terrified, she got up and tried to runaway, but a beam from the large

circular object above knocked her unconscious. When she awoke, she found herself

slightly dazed and when she looked up, there was no sign of the object she had

seen before. Strangely, she longer felt any pain; she pulled up her sleeve, and

there were no black-and-blue marks on her arm; she pulled up her pant's leg, and

found the same occurrence. All traces of her injuries seemed to have just


As she pulled her sleeves down, she felt the weight of something around her

neck; started, Amy grabbed the object. It was a necklace with a large white

circular pendant attached to it. She examined the pendant more closely and

noticed there were markings on the back which she could not identify. When she

touched the back of the pendant, suddenly a bright, white light was emitted from

the front; the light beam grew larger until it engulfed a tree in front of her.

Then the unbelievable happened. The tree started to shrink in size! Within a few

seconds a tree that had been about 40 feet tall was only about 30 feet, then 20

feet... After a little over ten seconds, the white light beam disappeared. She

looked at the tree and found it only to be a few inches tall! The proportions

were the same but it was just much smaller than it had been a few seconds

before; moreover, it appeared healthy and did not seem to suffer from any ill


She wanted to examine this new device more. She began to walk back to the house

but veered off slightly from the normal path, and arrived at an old, abandoned

pick-up truck that she knew was left in the woods. Pointing the front of the

white pendant at the old vehicle, and touching the back of it, the white light

engulfed the truck, and it too began to quickly decrease in size. When the beam

cut off, she looked on the ground near her feet. The truck now was only a toy!

She picked it up, amazed at what awesome power this pendant had, and placed it

in her pants' pocket.

Suddenly, reality set in. Amy remembered Jeff and his ways. But just as suddenly

she thought about the awesome power that she now wielded.

"Could it be this easy," she thought to herself?

Months of torment and abuse would now come to an end; she wondered if this

"shrinking ray" as she began to term it, could reduce the size of a tree and a

truck, why could it not do the same to a person? She ran to the house in

anticipation that her troubles would now be over. As she entered the back door,

she smelled smoke and saw that the food was burning on the stove and in the

oven; she quickly shut off these appliances, removed the smoking material, and

took the small truck out of her pocket and placed it on the counter. Then,

taking off her shoes, she confidently walked out of the kitchen, into the dining

room and then into the living room, where she saw Jeff sitting on the couch

watching TV.

"Where the hell did you go, bitch?!? Where's my dinner?!?", Jeff thundered.

As he got up and clenched his fists, Amy quickly grabbed the pendant that was

hanging from her neck, pointed the front of it at Jeff, and put her fingers on

the back. The white light engulfed him and he began to shrink. He continued

yelling, as he began noticing the room and its contents becoming larger around

him; he looked straight ahead at his girlfriend, and saw her becoming larger and


"What the hell! Dammit, what is this!", he exclaimed.

Amy just smiled as Jeff became smaller and smaller. The beam vanished and Amy

looked down on the floor to examine her former abuser. He was a mere two inches

tall! The main problem in her life had just been reduced to the size of her

thumb, like a toy soldier!

She could hardly contain her joy, but quickly put on a stern face. She bent down

to her tiny boyfriend and looked straight into his minuscule eyes.

"THERE ARE GOING TO BE A FEW CHANGES AROUND HERE!", she delightfully exclaimed.

"You have punched, kicked, slapped, and taunted me for a long time! Now it is

time for retaliation!"

He started to shout some obscenities. Without warning she stood up and slammed

her enormous foot within a few inches of his puny body. He immediately ceased

talking, put his head to the floor and put his hands around his face; she could

see him trembling in terror at her enormous size.


He remained in position as she lifted her foot again and stomped it down right

in front of him. She revelled in delight at the terror he must be experiencing.

Amy bent down to again examine the tiny man; he was shaking even more now and

his pants were soaking wet.

"We can't have you like this, can we?", Amy pondered aloud.

She reached down with her giant hand and grabbed onto Jeff; she wrapped her

thumb and forefinger around him, and thought about terminating him right now.

No, she thought. First, she was going to have her revenge. She picked him up off

floor, and raised him slightly below eye-level; she could feel him inhale and

exhale and his tiny heart beating away. By the speed of the heart beats she

could tell he was terrified. She walked into the kitchen with Jeff and placed

him on the counter next to the sink.

"Now, honey, you need to have a bath so you will be nice and clean," she voiced

in a sarcastic tone.

He remained silent, afraid to speak.

"C'mon dear. Aren't you going to say anything? This is not going to be fun if

you don't talk to me."

Jeff, with a trembling in his voice, mumbled, "Please don't hurt me. I'll do

anything you want. Just please let me go."

Amy responded, "Of course you will do anything I want. You don't seem to have a

choice in the matter, do you?"

With that the enormous woman began to get Jeff ready for his washing. She ripped

off his shirt like paper; then she removed his pants and finally his underwear.

His Lilliputian cock was flaccid, so she took her giant index finger and touched

his dick; as she moved her finger back-and-forth along his rod slightly, she

felt it become erect against his will.

"Oh, I'm just seeing whether the ray had any effect on the effectiveness of your

manhood. It doesn't seem to. Well I can't have you enjoying this, after all,

this is supposed to be punishment."

With her giant forefinger, she flicked him lightly in his little balls, and then

stepped back to see the reaction. He doubled over in pain, and grabbed his

aching nuts, all the time while Amy had a grin on her face. She thoroughly

enjoyed the complete and total control she had over this minuscule man; in fact,

she had not experienced an emotional high like this in years. While the pitiful

little male was clutching at his groin, she picked him up and gently, but

firmly, and removed his hands from his sore balls ; his dick had returned to the

flaccid state.

"Good, now that's better. It's bath time."

She could hear him whimpering and pleading for her to stop and let him go, but

this just encouraged her to continue. Amy turned on the faucet lightly and

regulated the water to a lukewarm temperature; she put Jeff under the spray, as

he writhed in her wet hands like a little worm. This caused her to firm her

grip, and he quickly got the message and stopped resisting. She applied soap to

his slippery body and washed him thoroughly. Then she turned off the faucet and

placed her boyfriend into a paper towel and dried him. After he was dry, she

carried the naked man to the kitchen table and sat down on a chair that wasnext

to it; he was placed on the table, looking down, afraid to face his giant


"Now look at me, bug!"

Startled, he abruptly made eye contact with her. Just by staring into her large

blue eyes he could tell that she meant business. He was now frightened more than

any other time in his life; he began to think of how he got into this. He tried

to devise a way in his head to escape her, but he so no way; he came to the

realization that now his girlfriend had total domination over him.

Suddenly his thoughts were broken by the loud, thunderous voice of Amy.

"We have been doing things your way for a long time now; now it is my turn to

make the demands. Understand, little wimp, that the more you do to displease me,

the more you will suffer. Now it's my turn to have some fun."

She stood up, pulled off the white t-shirt that she was wearing, now having only

a bra covering her upper body; Amy could see the apprehension on tom's face as

he was trying to discern what she was planning. She unfastened her bra,

un-restraining her firm, massive mounds, allowing them to jiggle slightly when

she moved; he could see that Amy was aroused, with her hard nipples protruding

towards him. Jeff became horrified at the thought of him becoming trapped under

or between her large tits; after all, to him they had a mass similar to that of

at least a medium-sized truck. With Jeff still on the table, she bent down

closer to him, allowing her enormous breasts to bobble mortifyingly close to his

small body.

"You know what Jeff? Wearing a bra can get pretty uncomfortable after awhile.

Well, I am going to see if I really need to wear one. There was this magazine

article I read a few weeks ago that explained how to perform a simple test to

determine if support is necessary. It's really simple; I just place a pencil

under a breast, and release it. If the pencil remains under the boob, a bra is

necessary, but if it falls, no bra is needed. But, Jeff, I do not have a pencil

handy. Hmmm, what should I do? I know! You are a little thicker than a pencil,

but I think you'll do fine."

Jeff cringed as he anticipated what was soon going to happen to him; he panicked

and ran on the table in the opposite direction from the giantess. Colliding with

a soft, but firm wall, he looked up and found it to be Amy's hand.

"Naughty, naughty, little Jeff. I did not say you could go anywhere."

He was lifted off the table, clenched in Amy's hand. Amy turned her palm

upright, and opened her massive hand, relieving the physical pressure off of his

minuscule body. Holding her new toy in the palm of her hand, she looked at him

and smiled smugly. He looked to the sides and down, and examined his hopeless

situation; if he fell off, or if Amy dropped him onto the floor, it would almost

mean certain death. Slowly, she began to close her hand, and Jeff became trapped

between her giant thumb and forefinger; the vengeful woman lowered her arm,

passing her victim down past her well-formed bosom. With her free hand shelifted

her right breast up slightly, and brought him underneath. She placed him under

her immense tit.

"Now, tiny Jeff, is the moment we've been waiting for."

He was held face down, so he could view the floor a long way down. He could feel

the warmth of her breast on his bare back. Then Amy released the boob she was

holding, while slowly letting go of Jeff. Jeff felt himself falling for what

seemed like an eternity, until his puny body finally came to an abrupt stop.

Amy had caught him in her hand; she lifted him up to her face, and found him

dazed, but did not seem to have any major injuries. She could see tears pouring

out of his eyes, but this did not deter her from her actions.

"Well, I guess I do not need to wear those uncomfortable bras any more. You have

been a great help."

He was still crying uncontrollably, mumbling things which Amy could not


"Now, dear, don't cry. Maybe you are cold. How about if I warm you up a little."

Jeff was again put down on the kitchen table, very close to the edge. He was in

a lying position facing the ceiling, afraid to move with his giant girlfriend

looming over him. Amy moved closer to the table, allowing one of her breasts to

hang a few inches directly above him. He put his arms around his head, seeing

the monstrous mass just above him; even though he was terrified, the little man

in awe at the sheer size of her firm breasts. Amy slowly lowered herself,

allowing her breast just to rest lightly on Jeff; by this time, he was screaming

for his life, at the prospect of his body being crushed by this woman's titanic

tit. She lowered herself more, putting enough pressure on him to force the air

out of his puny lungs; seeing that he could not survive this much longer, and

not wanting to finish him off yet, she stood up. Jeff took in big gulps of air,

replenishing the oxygen that he had lost. Amy could feel her pussy getting wet

at the excitement and sheer joy she was experiencing; she wished it would never


Amy reached out for her boyfriend, picking him up and moving him closer and

closer to her now familiar breasts. She placed the tiny man on her tit, just

above her erect nipple; she released her grip as Jeff held on for dear life.

Jeff found the mound warm and soft, and could feel her hard nipple, whose

diameter was slightly larger than his head, near his groin area; because of the

breast's large size he found it difficult to hold on, but because he was close

to the top, he had a slight advantage, in that he was partly supported by the

massive mammary. Amy found this tiny weight on one of her assets stimulating.

She slowly walked around the room, observing if Jeff could hold on.

"Well done! You know Jeff. You are really lucky. Many men would love to hold

onto my breasts, and now you have them all to yourself," she said laughingly.

As she walked, her breasts would bobble slightly, giving Jeff a little ride.

Looking towards her other free orb, he could see it move as each of her feet met

the floor.

"Well this is getting boring. Maybe I should try something more active."

tom's heart began to race even faster, as he attempted to anticipate what she

had in mind.

The giantess left the kitchen, passed through the dining room, and arrived in

the living room; she walked up to the TV, and bent down, causing Jeff to hold on

as hard as his little arms and hands could. She reached into the cabinet

underneath the TV and VCR and picked up a videocassette.

"Now this looks good. What do you think, Jeff?"

She turned the label of the tape so that he could read it: "Action Aerobics" was

the title. The helpless male now thought it was all coming to an end; he knew he

would not be able to hold on, as her breasts bounced wildly out of control. The

TV was turned on, and the tape inserted into the VCR; the picture quickly came

on, to the disappointment of Jeff. First, the three women in the video, all

dressed in revealing body suits with crop tops, began to perform warm-up

stretching exercises. Amy followed their motions, causing her breasts to wobble

slightly; she continued to do this for a few minutes, and the only thing Jeff

could do was hold on. Then after the warm-up exercises came the part that he

feared most, the aerobics; Amy looked down at her tiny victim, and smiled a

self-satisfying grin; tom's face had turned pale in anticipation of his fate,

while both he and the giantess' body were sweating, causing his grip to loosen.

The women in the video were performing jumping jacks, and Amy began to imitate

them; she started slow at first, allowing her gigantic globes to bounce

slightly, with the morsel of a man hanging on for the ride. She increased the

pace, causing her breasts to move even more violently; again speeding up, her

breasts were now jumping out of control, moving up and down, and colliding with

each other rapidly. This was all that poor Jeff could take; he lost his grip on

the giant mound, and his insignificant body was sent hurtling to the floor

below. Amy immediately stopped jumping, and almost instantly grabbed her little

boyfriend out of the air; she looked him over and found him to be exhausted, but

still in relatively good health.

She carried him to the kitchen, and put him on the counter next to the

refrigerator; she opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of soda. She

poured herself a glass, and poured a little of the liquid in the soda bottle

cap; she lifted the cap and put it in front of the humiliated little man.

"You may drink that. I don't want you dying now; I'm not finished with you yet."

Jeff was not sure whether to be glad he was being permitted to drink, or be

horrified at what other devious plans she had for him. But, he drank the soda

that was provided for him as the giant woman looked at him with blazing blue

eyes. The titanic female then took a piece of bread, broke off a tiny piece, and

put it next to him; he picked up the small portion, which was larger than his

head, and broke off smaller sections so he could consume them. She felt the need

to use the bathroom, so Jeff was again trapped in her hand; after opening the

bathroom door, he was placed on the counter next to the sink. Amy pulled down

her pants and sat on the toilet, causing a stream of yellow liquid almost as

thick as him to flow down into the bowl. He could see her blond hairy pussy from

his position, and began to worry what would happen if he was to become trapped

in it. Amy thought about dropping him in her pants, but there would probably not

be enough oxygen for him.

"Do you have to go?" she asked her toy.

He replied that he did, so Amy stood up, pulled up her pants, and reached for

him; she held him by his upper body and lowered him just over the bowl. He began

to tremble as he thought of himself drowning in the lake of water below.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

He reached for his penis, his hands still shaking, and began to urinate. After

he was done, Amy again gained a firm grasp of her victim, and carried him

upstairs to the bedroom. She thought about what to do with Jeff while she slept,

and decided to allow him to sleep on her; that way, if he tried to escape, she

would feel his movement, and put an end to his plans.

"Now, little bug, listen up! I am going to give you the privilege of sleeping on

my breast tonight. If you attempt to escape you will be punished. Do you


He said that he did. Amy lay down on the bed, and then put her hand over her

right breast and opened it. Jeff fell into the warm, soft hill; at least now,

the force of gravity was completely with him, so he would not as easily fall

off. It was actually very comfortable, like a firm mattress; he put his legs

over her erect nipple, and put his head on the mountain of flesh. Amy turned a

night light on, shut off the main light, and quickly fell asleep, in the

knowledge that she was not in danger anymore, with her abuser finally getting

his due. As Amy was in her deep slumber, Jeff became restless; even though he

was warned not to attempt escape, he needed to free himself from her control. He

cautiously sat up and looked around; he faced his tormentor's head and saw that

she was still sleeping. Looking at the necklace with the pendant around her

neck, he felt if he could just get to it, he may be able to reverse his

condition. He examined his situation, looking for the best method to accomplish

his goal; he looked over to her other breast, silently admiring its mammoth

proportions. Slowly, he slid to the edge of the voluminous tit, towards the

center of the giantess' body, while keeping a close eye on her face. Carefully,

he lowered himself in the valley between her massive mammaries; looking at the

giant masses on both sides of him, he cringed at the thought of what would

happen he was caught between them. He lightly walked towards her head, still

closely examining her face for any signs of movement; within a few seconds he

reached the white circular pendant, and looked it over in the dim luminescence

of the night light. Jeff did not know what to make of it, it looked like an

ordinary piece of jewellery to him; but, thinking back over how he had arrived

at his current condition, he remembered that the front of the pendant was facing

him, and that his girlfriend had touched the back of it with her fingers.

Warily, he reached down and touched it; it was cold and smooth. He put both

hands under the pendant, and tried to lift it; for him, it was very heavy, but

using all of his strength, he lifted it slightly. Quickly, before he lost his

grip, he touched the underside. . .

Nothing happened. It would only work for Amy. Dejected he planned another method

of escape. If he could only get to the edge of the bed, and climb down the

covers onto the floor, he may be able to reach safety, or get to the telephone

and call for help; Jeff then worried of how he was to get to the telephone, and

even if he got there, how was he to lift up the massive receiver to place a

call. But, those were concerns for another time; now, he just wanted to get away

from Amy. He started walking back to her breasts, turning around every few

seconds to determine his master's state of consciousness. He walked into the

valley between her bare breasts and proceeded towards her navel; he decided the

best course would probably be to get off her at her legs, because if he got off

at her chest area, he would have to climb over her arms too. Walking around her

belly button, he got near her pussy; he could vividly smell the juices that came

from it, and see the moistness around it. Finally he reached her leg; he became

ecstatic at the belief that he was finally going to be free.

Just then Amy moved slightly; Jeff became terrified at the thought of being

discovered in his present location. She put her hand over her breast where he

was supposed to be, but she did not feel him; moving her hand around, she still

could not locate he rslave. She immediately opened her eyes and looked at her

chest; her eyes filled with rage as she did not see Jeff. She looked further

down her body, and spotted him, cowering in fear on her leg.

"Little worm!", she shouted. "What did I tell you to do? I said you were to

remain on my damn breast! You will be punished for this disobedience."

She lifted her upper body off the bed and instantly grabbed her little boyfriend

tightly. He shook in terror as he tried to anticipate what awaited him. She

lifted his insignificant body to her large face, looking the little male right

in the eyes. She applied what was slight pressure for her to tom's chest, but

enough strength to force the air out of his body; the look on his face was

something she had not seen before, a study in deadly horror. She held him like

this for a few seconds, then releasing her firm grip, while the miniature man

took deep breaths. Next, with her free hand, she flicked her index finger right

into his balls; he screamed in immeasurable pain and tried to soothe his aching

genitals with his hand, but Amy's firm grip on his small body prevented him from

doing so. Again, without mercy, she whacked him in his nuts, and he again cried

out in anguish. Opening the night stand drawer, she dropped him in, and closed

the drawer tightly.

Amy woke up earlier than usual and opened the drawer whereT odd was placed. He

was sleeping, but he immediately woke up when he felt the jar and saw her angry

face; she just peered at him for a few seconds and then closed the drawer,

leaving him in almost total darkness. She went to the bathroom, took a shower,

and completed other tasks in order to get ready for college. When she came out,

she was wearing pants but was completely topless. Opening the drawer, she lifted

Jeff out and placed him on top of the nightstand. She bent down, staring down at

him, with her colossal orbs dangling in front of him.

"For what you did last night you will be punished. One of your punishments will

be to stay in between my boobs today; for the entire day you will be trapped in

between my massive tits, helpless like a puny little mouse."

She laughed hard and thought of the best method to accomplish this. If she wore

one of her regular bras, her breasts would be pushed together, leaving no room

for puny little Jeff; even though she was firm enough to go bra-less, she needed

some place to attach her slave to. So she opened her dresser drawer, reached in,

and pulled out a large bra; it would not provide any support but would be good

for her purposes.

Amy got a handkerchief from the top of her dresser, and obtained her sewing kit

from another drawer. She cut, folded ,and sewed the handkerchief, so that it

formed a small pouch; she attached this pouch with thread to the inside center

of the large bra. She grabbed the little man and placed him in the small pouch

she had just made; using thread, she bound his tiny arms and legs, and with a

piece of cotton, gagged him so he would not make any noise. She reached for the

bra with the attached pouch and put it on; since it was so loose fitting, it was

relatively comfortable, but not as satisfactory as no bra at all. Now Jeff was

trapped between her massive orbs, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Amy put on a blue t-shirt, taking away much of the light for her Lilliputian


Through the dim light that was permitted to pass through the shirt, and the

light that was emanating from her neckline, he could see her massive breasts

jiggle, and could feel himself moving, as she took each step. Feeling boxed in,

he tried to yell, but all his shrieking and yelping were muffled by the cotton

gag over his mouth; he began to worry if she did anything active, he would be

crushed between her gigantic globes.

Amy was again becoming intoxicated at the power that she was wielding over her

once abusive boyfriend; she hoped that her nipples would not become too erect,

as to show through the shirt that she was wearing. She left the house, entered

her car, and drove to college; once inside the building, Jeff could hear all the

voices, but of course, could not see anyone; nobody was aware of his presence

between his girlfriend's massive orbs.

Before entering class, Amy saw one of her friends, and they both hugged each

other. Jeff tried to shriek in terror, as he viewed her voluminous breasts being

compressed towards her body, as the two giantesses came in physical contact;

but, the hug was broken off, and he was relieved that they did not hug any


As the hours passed, Jeff became more and more distressed as he pondered what

type of punishment Amy had in mind. He thought of what he could do or say to

convince her to spare him ofw hatever awaited him; he decided to apologize to

her for all the misdeeds he had perpetrated on her in the past, and to plead for

his life.

Finally, Amy's last class was completed and she headed for the parking lot; the

miniature man's heart began to race even faster on the way home, as he knew

punishment time was getting nearer. He felt as if a heart attack was imminent as

she walked into the house.

She walked up the stairs into the bedroom and removed her shirt, allowing Jeff

to see the outside world again.

"Did you enjoy yourself down there?", Amy mockingly voiced, as she removed her

slave's gag and removed him from the bra. She then placed him on the nightstand

near the bed.

Jeff squeaked, "Plea. . . Please don't hurt me. I promise I will never disobey

you again. I'm sorry for all the times I abused you. Please give me another

chance, I beg of you."

"Well, let's see about that. Why should I give you anything? You were a monster

who abused me continually, and now you are just a little mouse. Now you will

never be able to hurt anyone else again!"

Amy slowly removed her pants, as Jeff imagined of what was going to happen to

him. Removing her underwear, he could see her blonde cunt, and looking up, could

see a grin on her face.

Abruptly, she grabbed the helpless male and rapidly lowered him to her pussy.

She positioned his feet towards her wet cunt and shoved him in, only permitting

his head to remain outside her body. He shrieked in terror as the air was forced

out of his lungs and felt the tightness around his bitsy body. The vengeful

giantess began to move him in and out of her vagina partly, using him as a

living dildo; his breaths were forced to coincide with her motions, inhaling

while most of his body was on the outside, and being forced to exhale when he

was pushed in.

She was beginning to reach climax, and he could feel extra pressure on himself

from Amy's powerful muscles. Finally, orgasm was reached, and she pulled him

out, raising him to eye level.

"Now that was fun! We're going to have to do that more often. But, now on to

more important things. I finally decided what I am going to do with you. If you

behave yourself, you will have the privilege of satisfying me whenever I want

you to; you will also have the honor of having me doing anything to you that

amuses me at the moment. But if you don't obey me, and give me problems, well. .

., let's just say that you better obey me."

Jeff now knew that life as he knew it was over, and that from now on Amy would

control him. He decided that his only choice was to obey the giantess, and that

maybe in the future she may let him go if he behaved well.

Amy removed her bra, and placed him on her gigantic orb and walked into the




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