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The Inheritance

by Zotster

Paul was growing impatient.

He sat in the office of attorney Ben Wilcox, waiting for the lawyer to arrive.

He was already 10 minutes late. Sitting in a chair next to him was his

stepsister, Janet. Paul was not happy about that, either.

He first met Janet when he was 15, a few months after his father began dating

her mother. His natural mother died shortly after he was born, so he never knew

her, and he was happy his father had finally found someone new. At the time,

Janet was just 6 years old - a fairly typical little girl. At first, Paul

thought it was nice to have a potential kid sister around, but in the years to

come that would change.

His father and her mother married a year later, and the four of them began life

together as a happy family. But in just a few months, Janet's mother developed

breast cancer which quickly spread to her lungs and throughout her body before

the doctors could stop it.

For six long months his stepmother suffered while his father took care of her.

When she died, the life seemed to leave the entire household.

Then things began to change. Suddenly, his father started pampering his new kid

sister, giving her everything she asked for. At the same time, he practically

ignored Paul, except to yell at him for every little thing he did wrong.

The worst part was, every time he wanted to go somewhere fun with his friends,

his father would insist he bring Janet and her friends along. Unfortunately,

Paul had no choice if he wanted to use his father's car. He felt so embarrassed

going to the movies or an amusement park with his 8-year-old sister and her

friends. He resented it, and he took that resentment out on Janet.

The two fought constantly over the next year, and Paul broke many of her toys

out of spite. For her part, she never missed an opportunity to embarrass him in

front of his friends. And of course, his father always took Janet's side.

As soon as Paul graduated from high school he left town, leaving his father and

stepsister far behind - he no longer wanted any part of them. Years later he

tried to call them, hoping to reconcile, but was greeted by a loud click at the

other end of the line.

Now he was 28, working as a public relations specialist for IBM. He had settled

in New Hampshire and made a good life for himself. He was getting pretty serious

with his girlfriend, Leah, and planned to ask her to marry him soon.

He and his stepsister had been called to attorney Wilcox's office because his

father had died from a stroke a few days before. At the funeral he saw Janet for

the first time in 10 years, but she just ignored him. Now they sat together,

waiting for their father's will to be read.

They sat in silence, but glancing over, Paul couldn't help but notice his kid

sister had become an incredibly sexy woman. Her long, luscious legs met under a

tight black miniskirt which provided just a hint of her upper thighs, and her

ample breasts pushed forward a white blouse. Her long blond hair cascaded past

her neck, framing a truly lovely face.

Yet despite it all, Paul could only feel resentment and anger toward his

would-be sister. He couldn't wait to be out of that office.

Finally the door opened and Mr. Wilcox walked in.

"Hello Janet, Paul," he said. "This will just take a minute."

Paul leaned forward in anticipation.

"I have read through your father's will and to sum it up succinctly, he has left

his entire estate to Janet. I'm sorry, Paul."

Paul felt like all the air had just been knocked out of him in a single blow.

Everything? She gets everything?!! he thought. He felt like he was going to

vomit. He looked over, and his sister just gave him a smug smile.

That did it. Paul had had enough. He jumped out of his chair, storming out of

the room.

"Son, wait," Mr. Wilcox called after him, but Paul just slammed the door behind

him.

* * *

A couple days later, Paul had returned to his home in New Hampshire, certain he

would never see Janet again. Leah had been a comfort, telling him everything

would be alright. Resting in her embrace, her beautiful body against his, he had

no trouble believing her.

When the phone rang, he was hesitant to get up.

"I'll get it," Leah offered.

Paul admired her sexy walk as she strode toward the phone, her petite ass

swaying back and forth. Her lovely brown hair bounced around her shoulders.

"Hello," she said, answering the phone. She turned toward him, her left arm

folded beneath her pretty breasts. Paul knew tonight would be a good night.

"Paul ... it's Janet," Leah said, in her face a look of concern.

Suddenly it seemed like a fist slammed into Paul's gut. "What the hell does she

want?" he demanded.

"I think you better talk to her," Leah said.

Paul reluctantly got up and took the phone from her.

"What the hell do you want?" he repeated into the phone.

"Paul ... I'm sorry," he heard his stepsister say. "I'm sorry I refused to talk

to you at the funeral, and I'm sorry about all that happened between us so long

ago. Look, we're both grownups now, can't we put this behind us? I really don't

need all of father's stuff, I was hoping we could share."

Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"You really think we can just kiss and make up after all these years?" he said

sarcastically. "I don't want any of dad's stuff. I just want you out of my

life!"

"Paul, please," Janet begged. "It doesn't have to be like this. We're family.

Why don't you just come down to the old house for a few days, and we can talk

things through. Father has a lot of stuff here, and we can sort through it."

Paul could feel himself beginning to soften a little bit. Then Leah put her hand

on his shoulder. She had been listening in on the conversation.

"Paul, I think you should go," Leah said.

"Hon, you really think so?" he asked.

"She's right, you're family - like it or not," Leah said. "She's the only family

you have left. Give her a chance."

Paul gave in. He could never resist Leah, especially when he knew she was right.

"Okay Janet," he said into the phone. "I'll come."

* * *

He made the five-hour trip to Connecticut the next day alone. It was a Friday

and he had taken the day off, but Leah had an important meeting that day, so she

told him she'd meet him there tomorrow. The whole way down Paul thought about

turning back, and even as he hesitantly touched the doorbell to his old home, he

considered leaving.

But when Janet opened the door, she eagerly greeted him with a big hug,

exclaiming, "I'm so glad you came!"

Paul followed her in, and once again couldn't help but notice how beautiful his

now 19-year-old stepsister had become. She was barefoot, wearing just a skimpy

pair of red shorts and a white T-shirt cut off just below her jutting breasts.

He idly wondered if she had anything on underneath, then quickly dismissed the

thought.

"I know you've wanted nothing to do with me for the past 10 years," Janet

explained, "but after I heard father's will read, I came back to this house and

realized I was all alone. You're the closest thing to family I have left, and

I'd like for us to become friends."

Once again, Paul was at a loss for words. The turnabout inhis stepsister's

attitude had come so suddenly. Could they really be like family again?

"Well," he said, "I guess we can try. Maybe we could forget the past and start

over again."

Janet gave him another hug and said, "I know we're going to be very close before

you know it. Why don't you come down with me and see what I found in the

basement?"

She grabbed Paul's hand and led him toward the cellar door.

"What do you mean ‘found?'" he asked.

"Well, daddy used to keep a special room in the basement where he did a lot of

his work for the company," she explained. "He never let me in there and kept it

locked all the time. It wasn't until after I inherited this place that I finally

got my hands on the key."

She led him down the stairs and through the cellar to a steel door. Taking a key

from her hip pocket she unlocked it, leading him inside. The room was filled

with various computer equipment and other gadgets Paul couldn't identify. In one

corner, near much of the equipment, was what looked like a vault of some kind.

Janet led him there and pulled back a thick steel bar that held the door to the

vault closed. "Take a look inside," she said.

Paul poked his head through the door. The entire interior of the small vault was

white, and there was a strange-looking steel box on the ceiling in each corner

of the room.

But it was what was on the floor of the vault that caught his eye. It looked

like - could it possibly be? - a solid gold brick.

"Janet, is that what I think it is?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "It's solid gold, and worth a fortune. That's what I wanted to

share with you!"

Paul was dumbfounded. He slowly stepped into the vault, reaching down to pick up

the gold. Suddenly he heard the door slam behind him, and the sound of the

locking bar being shoved back into place.

Dropping the gold, he turned around and began pounding on the door. "Janet, what

are you doing? Let me out of here!" he yelled, not knowing if she could even

hear him through the thick door.

Outside, Janet had begun warming up the equipment. She did indeed hear Paul's

faint yells, but offered no response. She stood near a console that displayed a

variety of readouts, but had her eyes focused on a large red light. When that

light turned green, she pulled down on a set a levers just below it.

Inside the vault, Paul began to feel his skin tingle, then get warm. In seconds

he felt like he was on fire and he screamed in agony as it felt like his whole

body was being torn apart. Then everything got black.

* * *

Paul felt like he was swimming in a sea of blackness, slowly struggling to get

to the surface. As his senses began to return he felt himself lying face-down on

a cold floor. He couldn't quite summon the will to open his eyes.

Then he heard a loud noise, followed by an intense pounding that shook the floor

he was lying on. When the pounding stopped, he turned his head to the side and

opened one eye. He saw some kind of gigantic, curved pinkish object right before

his face. He lifted his head a little and saw four other objects just like the

first, only smaller.

With a sudden jolt of realization he sat bolt upright, then tilted his head

back, back, back ...

The pink objects, which he now realized were toes, connected with a foot that

appeared to be 16 feet long. The foot - feet, he noticed - in turn led to a pair

of nicely curved legs that met under a red canopy some 70 feet above. Looking up

further, he saw a gigantic fleshy wall from which a pair of white-covered hills

jutted out. Above those hills, some 140 feet up, he saw his stepsister's

gigantic eyes staring down at him.

"SURPRISE, LITTLE BRO," her voice boomed out.

In shock, Paul began crawling backwards across the cold steel floor. He bumped

into the tiny gold bar he held earlier. Above, Janet slowly lifted her foot and

brought it gently down over his body. "JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING,

LITTLE MAN?" she inquired.

Her toes covered Paul up to his chest. He could tell she was being gentle -

after all, he wasn't dead - but still her enormous weight was making it hard for

him to breathe. Looking up at her, he couldn't believe how she towered over him.

He started trying to push away her toes, and having no success, began to pound

on them.

"CAREFUL, LITTLE BRO, I'M TICKLISH. WOULDN'T WANT ME TO LOSE MY BALANCE, WOULD

YOU?" Janet asked, giggling.

Her warm skin pressed down on him slightly. My God, Paul thought. She could

crush me under her foot and never feel it.

She finally removed her foot from his body, but then Paul saw her lean over,

reaching for him. Her hand engulfed him from chest to toe as he was pulled from

the floor at a dizzying speed and brought to a level just below her face.

"I TOLD YOU, WE'RE GOING TO BE VERY CLOSE," she said.

She carried him out of the vault and set him on the computer console. Then she

began flipping switches and turning knobs.

"What ... what have you done to me?" Paul stammered.

"HAVEN'T YOU FIGURED IT OUT YET? I'VE TURNED YOU INTO A TOY FOR MY AMUSEMENT.

YOU'RE ONLY 3 INCHES TALL!"

Paul felt like an ice bomb went off in his stomach. Three inches? It's not

possible, he thought, but he couldn't deny what his eyes were seeing. Above the

console, Janet rose up like a 140-foot giantess.

"CAN'T EXPLAIN ALL THE HOWS," Janet said, "BUT BASICALLY THIS MACHINE

DECONSTRUCTS ATOMS, CONVERTING THEM TO A TYPE OF ENERGY. THAT ENERGY CAN THEN BE

CONVERTED BACK INTO ATOMS AND MOLECULES - AT FULL SIZE OR A REDUCED SIZE. YOU,

LITTLE BRO, HAVE BEEN REDUCED."

"C-Can you make me big again?" Paul asked.

"WATCH," Janet replied.

Paul saw her push up on some levers and heard a loud humming coming from the

vault. When it stopped, Janet opened the door and stepped in. She came out

holding the gold brick Paul had discovered earlier. It had been returned to its

original size.

"I THINK DADDY USED THIS GOLD TO EXPERIMENT WITH," she explained. "WHEN AN

OBJECT IS REDUCED, THE EXCESS ENERGY IS SAVED AND CAN BE USED TO MAKE IT NORMAL

SIZE AGAIN. BUT IN YOUR CASE ..."

Janet turned another knob, pressing a button just below it. Across the room, in

a glass chamber, Paul saw several flashes of blue light, like electricity.

"THE EXCESS ENERGY CAN ALSO BE DISCARDED, MAKING THE OBJECT PERMANENTLY TINY,"

Janet concluded, looking down at Paul with an evil smirk on her face.

Paul felt his heart start to race. "What have you done? My God, you couldn't

have!"

"YES, LITTLE BRO. THERE'S NO HOPE FOR YOU NOW. YOU'RE GOING TO BE A TINY, TINY

LITTLE MAN FOR THE REST OF YOUR PITIFUL LIFE!" * * *

Paul felt his entire body shaking with freight as he tried to comprehend what

had happened to him. Above, Janet began to slowly lift up her T-shirt. "NOW

WE'RE GONNA HAVE SOME FUN, LITTLE BRO," she said.

Paul looked up and saw her pull the shirt over her head, then reach behind her

back to unclasp her bra. The bra dropped to the floor and he felt his jaw drop

as two enormous breasts, many times his own size, popped into view.

Janet reached out and grabbed him gently, leaving him in her open palm as she

lifted it just below her right nipple. Paul couldn't believe where he was and

what he was seeing. He was actually sitting in his stepsister's palm, face to

face with a nipple a foot long.

"START SUCKING, LITTLE MAN" she demanded.

Something inside his gut twisted around, and Paul felt his fear slowly turn into

anger. His sister was actually treating him like some kind of tiny pet slave.

Did she really think he'd go along with it? "Screw you!" he yelled, and began

pounding on her breast with his tiny fists.

Janet looked at him and giggled. His efforts actually felt good, and he looked

really silly fighting off a breast that could easily smother him. As much as she

enjoyed it, she realized his actions couldn't go unpunished.

"WELL LITTLE BRO, I'M AFRAID YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO LEARN A HARD LESSON," she

said, carrying him out of the room. Paul watched her breasts bounce up and down

as she jogged up the stairs, then she walked into what he recognized as the main

bathroom.

"TIME FOR A SWIM!" she said as she let go of him. He fell what seemed to be 80

feet before splashing into a big pool of water. He swam to the surface and

looked around, seeing white porcelain walls on all sides. He looked up and saw

Janet grinning down at him over her still naked breasts. Then she turned around

and dropped her shorts and panties. Paul saw her gargantuan ass come down to

rest on the seat high above his head.

Suddenly he began to wish he had sucked her tit after all.

Janet let loose with a stream of piss that warmed the water he was swimming in

and left him gasping for air. Some got in his mouth and he started gagging.

When it was over he looked up to see his stepsister pulling up her shorts. "HOPE

YOU CAN TREAD WATER FOR AWHILE," she said. "NOW I'M GOING TO GET RID OF YOUR

CAR. I WOULDN'T WANT ANYONE TO FIND IT HERE IF THEY COME LOOKING FOR YOU."

With that she closed the lid over him, and he was left in darkness. Paul

struggled to keep his head above the piss-filled water, and began shedding his

clothes to make it easier to swim. His clothes sank to the bottom of the bowl as

he treaded water in just his underwear.

It seemed like an eternity before Janet returned, and by that time Paul was

fighting just to keep his nose above the surface. She looked down at him with

the same annoying smirk she used so often.

"HMMM ... I'M NOT SURE I WANT TO PLAY WITH YOU ANY MORE," she said. "I THINK

I'LL JUST GET RID OF YOU." With that, she reached out and placed her hand on the

flush handle.

Paul looked up in sheer terror. She was going to flush him like a dead goldfish!

He swam to the side of the bowl and clawed his hands against the bowl in a

futile attempt to gain a grip on the smooth porcelain. "No! Please! Janet

don't!" he screamed.

The smirk returned as she said, "THEN AGAIN, MAYBE YOU'VE LEARNED YOUR LESSON

AFTER ALL. READY FOR SOME FUN?"

"Yes Janet, please!" Paul said.

"ALL RIGHT THEN, IF YOU INSIST!" she replied. "BUT FIRST, FINISH STRIPPING."

Paul hesitated, and Janet reached for the handle again. Then he quickly stripped

off his underwear, and it too sank to the bottom of the bowl.

Janet lowered a small thread into the bowl, and Paul wrapped it around his hands

and was lifted from the bowl into the sink. Then Janet flushed the bowl and

slowly turned on the water in the sink so he could wash up.

Once done she picked him up in her hand, placing him against her right breast.

As he struggled for a grip on her T-shirt she said, "HANG ON TIGHT LITTLE BRO!"

She walked out of the bathroom into the hallway, striding into the bedroom at

the end of the hall. Paul was bounced up and down with each step, and quickly

lost his grip. When she entered the bedroom he fell, landing with a small bounce

on a vast bed.

"OOPS, JUST MADE IT," Janet said. Then she again pulled off her T-shirt - she

was still wearing no bra - and dropped her red shorts, followed ever so slowly

by her soft pink panties. She stood before him, legs slightly apart, and Paul

could see her enormous labia already glistening with moisture.

"PARTY TIME!" she said and turned to sit on the bed. Her enormous ass just

missed Paul as he backed away, and the bounce from her landing sent him falling

backwards. She backed up a little, and he slid into the depression her weight

made in the bed, bumping into her left buttock. Her ass loomed high above him,

leading up to the enormous fleshy wall of her back. Far up, Paul could see her

blonde hair bouncing with her giggles.

"OOOH, YOU FEEL SO GOOD BACK THERE. START RUBBING!" she demanded.

Paul began to massage her buttock as best he could. Although the skin felt

smooth and soft, his little hands could do little more than caress the

mountainous flesh.

"I WANNA FEEL YOUR TONGUE," Janet said. "ON BOTH CHEEKS!"

Paul obeyed, licking the sweat off her rear, moving behind her to cover both

sides. High above he could hear her moans of pleasure.

Then she turned around and lifted him from the bed as she lay down on it. She

gently placed him on her upper chest, just above her right breast.

"CLIMB UP AND START SUCKING," she ordered. This time he knew enough not to

disobey. Still, he struggled to get a grip on her breast, and couldn't manage to

get on top of it. The nipple remained several feet over his head as he stood in

the valley of her cleavage.

"OH WELL, LOOKS LIKE YOU NEED HELP," she said, lifting him to the top. There he

did as he was told, stroking and sucking as best he could on the nipple until it

became rock hard - and despite his anger and embarrassment, he did too.

Eventually he began rubbing his dick against the soft flesh of her breast, and

it wasn't long before he shot his load of semen onto her.

Janet looked down as she felt the tiny drop hit her breast, and began giggling

again, causing Paul to fall off.

"GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING THIS," she said, "BUT I THINK I NEED MORE DIRECT

STIMULATION."

With that she slowly sat up, and Paul began rolling down her stomach, landing at

last in her fluffy blonde bush. He tried to stand, but she poked him with her

finger so that he landed between her legs. He looked from side to side at the

vast walls of flesh surrounding him, then ahead in horror at the gargantuan

pussy now directly in front of him.

He turned to run, but bumped into Janet's hand as it came up behind him. "IN YOU

GO, LITTLE BRO!" she laughed.

She pushed him past her outer lips, rubbing his face and chest against her clit.

Paul reached out his hands and grabbed it, hoping to steady himself, but his

efforts only caused Janet to moan in excited pleasure and rub him even harder

against herself.

Paul could feel a wetness flowing past his legs, and then without warning, Janet

plunged him headfirst between her giant labia. Struggling in the darkness, Paul

gasped for air, but found little. Instead, he gulped down mouthfuls of his

stepsister's juices as they began to flow ever faster.

Strongly aroused by her stepbrother's helplessness as much as anything, Janet

could feel her vaginal muscles begin to squeeze Paul as her orgasm hit. She

stimulated her own clit, riding the first orgasm into the second, and then the

third. Finally her brother's unconscious body was washed out of hers, but she

didn't even notice as she lay back her head and closed her eyes. * * *

Paul awoke much later. He had no idea how long he'd been unconscious, but he

figured it had to be at least a few hours. Fighting to ignore the worst headache

of his life, along with assorted other pains, he looked around to find his

stepsister's enormous thighs still looming over him.

The stickiness all over his body caused Paul to remember the way Janet's vagina

had squeezed the consciousness from him as he struggled inside of her. He didn't

know how he had escaped that horrible death, but he knew he wanted to get as far

away from her as possible.

He still couldn't believe what he had been reduced to. Just a few hours ago he

had been a happy man with plans for the future. Now he was just some kind of sex

toy for his stepsister, to be used and discarded at her whims. There had to be

some way to escape, he thought, but at his size, where could he possibly go?

As he pondered his situation, Paul felt the bed begin to shake, and knew Janet

must be waking up. After a few minutes she sat up in bed, looking down at him.

"WELL, LITTLE BRO, LOOKS LIKE WE BOTH COULD USE A BATH. YOU'LL WANT TO BE NICE

AND CLEAN BEFORE MY FRIENDS ARRIVE," she said.

Paul was unnerved by that statement. "Friends? What friends? What do you mean?"

he asked.

"YOU REMEMBER JOANNA AND MICHELLE, DON'T YOU? YOU WERE KIND ENOUGH TO BRING US

TO THE AMUSEMENT PARK WITH YOU, AND THEN JUST LEFT US THERE ALL ALONE UNTIL WE

STARTED CRYING, AND DADDY HAD TO COME AND PICK US UP," Janet recalled. "I TOLD

THEM ALL ABOUT YOUR ‘LITTLE' VISIT, AND THEY'RE VERY ANXIOUS TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"

Paul's mind raced, and he felt the now familiar cold bomb of fear go off in his

stomach. Joanna and Michelle? Oh my God! Now I'm going to have to deal with

three giant women, and they all hate me! he thought, panicking. What would they

do with him?

"NOW LET'S GET CLEANED UP," Janet said.

She lifted Paul in her hand and carried him back into the bathroom where he had

his swimming lesson earlier. She placed him on the side of the tub, plugged the

drain and turned on the water, testing with her hand to make sure it was the

right temperature.

Paul couldn't help but admire the length of her body from his position as she

stretched up to grab a box of bubble bath from a shelf. He saw her breasts swing

down freely over him as she leaned over to pour some in the tub, her knees just

above his head.

As the tub filled with bubbly water, Janet sat on the toilet to relieve herself.

Looking at Paul standing on the tub in front of her, she asked, "NEED TO GO,

HON?"

Though nervous, Paul admitted that he did, in fact, need to urinate rather

badly, and Janet picked him up and placed him standing on the toilet seat

between her legs.

Paul could feel his bladder straining, but as he once again found himself

staring straight at a vulva twice his size, just a couple inches from him, he

found it impossible to relax enough to relieve himself.

Noting his reluctance, Janet inquired, "WHAT'S THE MATTER LITTLE BRO, BASHFUL

BLADDER?" She laughed and carefully got up from the seat, leaving him standing

there. "I'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR A MINUTE THEN." She left the room, and after a

few seconds Paul was able to relieve himself.

Janet returned with a small radio which she turned on to one of her favorite

stations, then picked up Paul from the toilet and again placed him on the side

of the tub. She flushed the toilet, and by that time the tub had been filled to

her satisfaction.

She slowly stepped into the tub over Paul's head, and he again found himself

admiring her immense form as it moved over him. Slowly she settled into the tub,

the bubbles pressing all around her. She sat so her breasts were just below the

surface of the water, out of sight beneath the bubbles.

"JUMP IN," she ordered her stepbrother.

Again Paul hesitated (he would have to learn to stop doing that), and Janet

flicked him into the water with her left hand. Paul plunged deep into the water,

and when he came up, all he could see around him were the white bubbles.

"HMMM, WHERE DID MY TINY LITTLE BROTHER GO?" he heard Janet ask from somewhere

overhead.

Suddenly he felt something huge brush against his legs, and he was just able to

take a breath before he was pulled back underwater. He couldn't open his eyes,

but trapped in Janet's giant hand, he felt himself being rubbed like a bar of

soap up and down her legs, against her stomach and finally against her crotch

before she let go. He thought his lungs would burst before he finally broke the

surface to the sound of her booming laughter.

She had cleared the bubbles from immediately in front of herself, and Paul could

see her smiling face above him. Then she turned her attention to herself,

rubbing a real bar of soap against her chest and breasts as she sat up higher.

As Paul was admiring her soapy breasts from what he thought was a safe distance,

she leaned forward and dunked them into the water on top of his head. The mass

of her breasts knocked Paul back underwater, and he sputtered as he surfaced a

few moments later.

Then he saw Janet lean back until the water covered her neck, and her long right

leg broke the surface next to him. Her immense but beautiful thigh rose from the

water to her knee high above. She pulled the knee close to her chest and

lathered the length of her shapely leg as Paul watched. Then she repeated the

process with her left leg.

When she was done she just closed her eyes, relaxing as she soaked, while Paul

struggled to tread the soapy water between her thighs, which were still sticking

above the water.

After about 15 minutes Janet got up and carried Paul out of the tub with her,

placing him on the sink as she toweled off. He stood there shivering until she

was done, and then she pressed the towel against him from all sides to dry him.

She wrapped the towel around herself, placing Paul in her cleavage as she walked

back to the bedroom.

Taking off the towel, Janet dropped him on the bed as she began selecting what

clothes she wanted to wear that night. Paul watched until she covered herself

with a pair of silky pink panties, then drifted off to sleep as he lay

exhausted. * * *

Michelle couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Janet had explained to her and Joanna what she had done to Paul, but she still

wasn't prepared for the reality of the situation. She looked down at the tiny

human form on the bed, and just couldn't get her mind to accept the fact that it

was really Janet's older brother.

Joanna seemed much more eager. Her excitement was obvious as she kneeled down by

the bed, gently stroking the tiny body. She began gently blowing on the small

form, and he started to move.

"Good morning, little man," Joanna said, bending forward to gently lick his

body.

Paul woke up quickly and began crawling backwards across the bed when he saw

Joanna's giant face hovering over him. She began giggling, and Michelle couldn't

help but feel a tingling between her own legs as she watched the tiny man cower

from Joanna's playful antics.

"Janet says you want to play with us," Joanna said. Then she bent forward again,

catching Paul in her mouth and lifting him from the bed.

"Careful, Joanna, I don't want him damaged," Janet said from across the room.

"Yes, please Joanna, don't hurt him," Michelle said.

Although she couldn't deny her own sexual excitement at the situation, Michelle

felt sorry for Paul. He didn't deserve what happened to him. Sure, he had been

mean to them at times - she remembered the incident at the amusement park just

as well as Janet - but when he wasn't fighting with his stepsister, he had been

very nice.

Michelle could remember the many times he had bought the three girls ice cream,

even without his father's urging. One time she fell off her bike while they were

playing, and Paul had comforted her as best he could, cleaning and bandaging her

cuts, wiping away her tears and even giving her a quick kiss on the forehead

that made her feel warm inside. Another time two boys began teasing her as she

walked home from school alone, and when Paul happened to drive by he chased the

boys away and gave her a ride home.

Even now, looking down at Paul's tiny body, Michelle felt warm inside

remembering that innocent kiss.

But Joanna seemed eager to torment the little man. She sucked him into her

mouth, rolling him around on her tongue before spitting him back out onto the

bed. Then she pulled the straps of her dark green dress over her shoulders,

pulling it down past her breasts, then removing her bra so their immensity was

exposed to Paul's view. She then bent over the bed, smothering him under her

right breast.

Only at Janet's urgings did she finally lift her breasts off the bed, allowing

Paul to breathe again. Then she picked him up and lifted the bottom of her short

dress, placing him high inside her nylons, against her inner thigh. She lowered

the dress again and put her bra and top back on.

"Hmmm ... he feels so good there!" Joanna said. "Let's party!"

She ran into the living room with Paul struggling against her thigh, then put

one of her favorite CDs in the stereo and turned up the volume. As she danced,

her dark hair flew from side to side, and her breasts jiggled in the low-cut

dress. Occasionally the bottom of her dress bounced up high enough for Michelle

to catch a glimpse of Paul struggling against her nicely curved leg.

Janet joined in the dance, moving as well as she could in her tight black

leather miniskirt.

Michelle sighed and sat on the couch. She had always been the shy one of the

group, and often felt insecure about her own looks around her two beautiful

friends. Still she had no shortage of men chasing after her, attracted to her

dirty blonde hair, petite breasts and slender body. And even she thought the

tight jeans she wore accented her well-curved ass nicely.

She grew more concerned about Paul, and hoped he wasn't suffering too badly

against Joanna's thigh. Still, she was too shy to want to risk putting an end to

her friends' fun.

Joanna and Janet danced through two more songs, then joined Michelle on the

couch.

"How's my little bro doing?" Janet asked.

Joanna hiked up her dress and discovered the little man had slipped halfway down

to her knee. She unclasped the nylon and rolled it down, letting Paul drop to

the floor. As she replaced the nylon she removed her high-heeled shoes and began

to playfully roll him around on the floor with her foot. Michelle looked down

and saw his eyes bulging in terror, heard his faint panicked screams.

She had to put a stop to it, but how? Then inspiration struck.

"Okay, you've played with him long enough, Joanna," Michelle said. "Now it's my

turn."

"Oh, all right," Joanna said reluctantly, gently (for her) kicking Paul in

Michelle's direction so he landed by her right foot in its open-toed sandal.

Michelle looked down at him and saw him begin to cry in terror as he looked up

at the long expanse of her body above him.

"Um, I'd like to do this in private, if you don't mind," Michelle suggested.

Janet and Joanna started giggling. "Sure, have a blast!" Janet said. "Remember,

just don't hurt him! And bring him back in about an hour - no more. We still

have a lot of fun planned for him ourselves!"

Michelle nodded in agreement and lifted Paul off the floor, cradling him against

her thin white blouse as she moved into the bedroom.

He was sobbing by the time she placed him gently on the bed, sitting on the

floor next to it. He tried to scamper away, but Michelle surrounded him with her

hands.

"It's okay Paul, I'm not going to hurt you," she said. "I just wanted to get you

away from Joanna before she did."

Paul looked up at her, still fearful. "H-help me, p-please," she heard him

stammer.

Despite herself, Michelle couldn't help but feel the familiar tingle of

excitement from between her legs as she realized how helpless Paul was, how

totally in her control.

She began to stroke him ever so gently with her fingertip, caressing his chest,

his legs, his head. He cringed at first, but then began to relax under her

touch.

"It's okay little guy, I'll protect you as well as I can," she cooed. "Mind if I

lie down next to you?"

Paul looked up in fright at first, but seeing the gentle expression on her face,

he nodded in agreement. "O-okay. I couldn't stop you."

"I know that, but I want you to know I'm your friend, and I will never hurt

you," she said. With that, she moved around the bed and slowly lay down from the

other side. She continued stroking him with her finger.

Unexpectedly, Paul got up and walked over next to her, reaching up to place his

hand where her breast pushed forward her blouse. "Thank you for being so kind to

me," she heard his tiny voice say. "I just wish I was big enough to hug you."

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about that," Michelle said. "I wish there

was, but Janet shrunk you for good. There's no way to bring you back."

"But Paul, I really do like you," she continued. "Would it be so bad if I were

to hold you against me?"

Paul looked into her eyes, a look of resignation in his face. "Sure, if you want

to," he said.

Excited, Michelle unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, then took off her bra,

revealing her petite breasts, which nonetheless were much larger than Paul's

tiny body. She gently nudged him with her hand, until he was pressed between it

and her breast as she lay on her side.

Paul spent the rest of the hour lying comfortably against her body as they lay

in silence. * * *

Paul felt like he was on a roller coaster ride that wouldn't end, and he was

beginning to feel more than a little nauseous.

He had enjoyed a few moments of peace with Michelle earlier, but finally Joanna

and his stepsister had stormed into the room and taken him away. They played

cruel games with him all night: herding him around with their feet, smothering

him in their cleavage, dancing with him in their panties.

Joanna was by far the worst. For a while she left him swimming in her tall beer

while she drank, almost gulping him down a number of times as she finished off a

glass.

Another time she placed him in the back of her panties and sat down. He might

have been killed, but he managed to squeeze between her buttocks, and their

softness and the softness of the cushion she sat on saved him from being

completely crushed. Still, the pressure was so great he couldn't breathe, and he

was just about to pass out when Janet and Michelle finally convinced her to get

up.

After a few hours of this, the girls decided to go out to a dance club. Joanna

held him against her vulva as Janet used her pubic hair to tie down his arms and

legs. Now he was pressed tight against Joanna's womanhood, his face near her

clit, as she flirted and danced with some man she had just met.

Her motions on the dance floor had left him more than a little seasick - pussy

sick?

From his position, Paul could hear the voices around him, but couldn't make out

many of the words. By the juices slowly flowing around him however, he guessed

Joanna was having a good time with her new friend, as well as with him. Paul

wondered what the guy would think if he knew the woman he was hitting on at that

very moment had another tiny man tied by her pubic hairs to her pussy.

After a few hours of this, Paul heard the voices of the bar diminish, and then

the sound of a car door slamming shut. They were leaving! Then, to his horror,

he heard the voice of the man Joanna had been flirting with. She was going home

with him! Paul prayed she would untie him before they got down to business, or

he would be killed.

But he needn't have worried. Joanna had other plans for the guy.

They all went back to Janet's house, and Joanna convinced the guy - his name was

Steve - to follow her down to the basement. She returned a short time later with

the wriggling little man in her hands.

"This guy's going to be all mine tonight!" she said. "Would one of you like to

get Paul off me?"

"I'll do it," Michelle offered, following her into the bathroom.

Joanna placed Steve in the sink, then removed her dress and panties. Paul

gratefully gulped down the fresh air while Michelle tried to untie him. She had

no luck with the slippery hair, so she grabbed a tiny pair of scissors from the

medicine cabinet and cut him free.

Joanna picked up her clothes, not bothering to put them on, and walked out of

the room carrying them and the now wailing Steve with her.

Michelle held Paul's wet, sticky body in her hands, and gently held him under

some warm water to wash him off. "IT'S ALL OVER NOW PAUL," she cooed. "YOU CAN

STAY WITH ME FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT IF YOU LIKE."

Considering the options, Paul happily agreed.

"MIND IF I TAKE A SHOWER FIRST?" she asked. Again Paul nodded in agreement, and

leaving him on the rim of the sink, she began removing her clothes. In moments

she stood gloriously naked, and Paul was able to admire the full length of her

awesome body for the first time. She was smiling down at him as his dick began

to stand at attention.

"HMMM, WHAT A SWEET LITTLE TRIBUTE," Michelle said, turning around and bending

over to turn on the water. Paul noticed her enormous, yet exquisite ass.

Standing over him again she asked, "CARE TO JOIN ME?"

Paul found his voice missing and again meekly nodded his assent.

Michelle reached for him and clutched him to her breast as she stepped under the

flowing shower. She placed him on a soap dish just below waist level as she

lathered her body and shampooed her hair. Paul reached out and gently caressed

her ass and thighs as she brushed against the soap dish.

Once lathered up sufficiently, she grabbed Paul and rubbed him all over her

soapy body, lathering him up too. Then she again held him against her breast as

she stepped back under the water, washing the soap from her body and his.

Once done, Michelle turned off the water, dried herself and Paul off, and

carried him into her guest bedroom. Joanna had taken the master bedroom and

Janet had already agreed to sleep on the couch for the night while Michelle

played with her stepbrother.

Michelle lay down on the single bed, placing Paul on her chest. Unlike his

earlier experiences with his stepsister, Paul was excited to be with Michelle,

and realized he was really starting to like her.

After placing him on her chest, Michelle did not touch Paul, allowing him to

explore her body at will. He did so, walking up her chest to caress her lovely

breasts, kissing them from all sides and sucking on the nipples. He heard

Michelle softly moaning with pleasure.

"PLEASE, GO LOWER," she begged.

Eager to please, Paul crawled back down her chest and stomach, pausing to kiss

and lick the length of her body, especially around and inside her belly button.

Then he crawled into her crotch, her small blonde hairs all around him. He used

them to hold on to as he lowered himself between her legs.

Once there his own lust spilled over and he set out on a quest to kiss, lick or

suck on every part of her giant pussy. He didn't get too far before pushing his

face into her to lick her excited clit. Still using her hair for leverage, he

thrust his legs inside her labia as he continued licking.

Michelle started bucking then, and Paul lost his grip on the slick hair, falling

out of her pussy to the bed. But by then there was no stopping her as she neared

orgasm, and she picked him up and thrust his body against her labia as she

stroked her own clit with her finger.

Soon Paul was gulping down mouthfuls of cum as it flowed around him, and

Michelle dropped him to the bed again as she bucked up and down. In the

afterglow of the orgasm she lifted him to her mouth, licking him clean.

"THANK YOU, MY LITTLE FRIEND," she said.

Michelle rolled over onto her stomach and placed Paul on her back. He walked

down to her buttocks and lay down across them, his own ass slumping down between

them. Soon they both fell asleep. * * *

Paul woke in the morning after a peaceful sleep and found himself lying on a

pillow. Michelle was nowhere in sight.

Alone, he sluggishly slipped off the pillow onto the bed and walked to its edge.

He heard voices from outside the room, but couldn't make out the words. Eager to

find out what the giant women were up to, and given the opportunity to perhaps

hide from them, Paul jumped off the bed into a pile of clothes on the floor.

He could smell Michelle's scent in the clothes, and wished she were with him. He

crawled out of the clothes and headed toward the light coming from under the

closed door. As he passed near the dresser, the door swung open, and Michelle

walked in wrapped in a towel. She moved toward him and he had to dive under the

dresser to avoid being trampled.

Michelle stopped in front of the dresser and let the towel fall behind her as

she brushed her shoulder-length hair. Paul crawled out from under the dresser

and saw her gigantic toes in front of him. Moving between her feet he looked up

at her legs, admiring their beauty. Far overhead he could see the cunt he had

been playing with - and in - just hours before. High above that, he caught a few

glimpses of her lovely face past her giant breasts as she brushed her hair.

Once again Paul was aroused by the giant beauty standing over him, and began

caressing her foot. That caught her attention, as he was swept up into her hand.

"GOOD MORNING, SWEETHEART," she said, placing him on the dresser just below her

breasts. Then a frown crossed her face.

"I'M AFRAID I HAVE SOME BAD NEWS," she said. "I HAVE TO LEAVE SOON. I'M GOING

BACK TO SCHOOL, AND I WON'T BE BACK FOR SEVERAL MONTHS. I ASKED JANET IF I COULD

KEEP YOU, BUT SHE SAYS SHE WANTS YOU FOR HERSELF - TO PLAY WITH LIKE A TOY. I'M

SORRY, PAUL. I WISH I COULD HELP."

Paul could see tears begin to stream down her face. "It's okay," he shouted up

at her. "Thanks for trying."

She picked him up again, holding him to her face as she kissed the length of his

body. Then she cradled him against her breast as she sat on the bed, crying.

Paul felt like crying too. In spite of all the horrible things his stepsister

had already put him through, he had finally found some source of happiness. Now,

even that would soon be taken away.

Michelle left him on the bed while she finished dressing, then slipped him

gently inside her bra, his head sticking out. He could feel her heart beating

beneath him as he hugged her soft flesh. She wiped her eyes with a tissue and

left the room. She found Joanna and Janet eating breakfast in the kitchen.

"HOW'S MY LITTLE BRO?" Janet asked.

Michelle pulled him out, gave him one last kiss, and set him on the table. Janet

pulled off a small piece of her blueberry muffin and dropped it in front of him.

"GLAD TO SEE YOU AGAIN, LITTLE GUY," Janet said. "YOU'RE LUCKY I LET YOU STAY

WITH MICHELLE. JOANNA'S TINY LITTLE LOVER DIDN'T MAKE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT."

"YEAH," Joanna laughed. "HE SURVIVED THE FIRST FEW ORGASMS, BUT I THINK ON THE

FOURTH OR FIFTH ONE I FINALLY CRUSHED HIM INSIDE OF ME. FLUSHED THE TWERP DOWN

THE TOILET THIS MORNING."

Paul was horrified. Joanna had just admitted to killing a man, and she and his

stepsister were actually laughing about it!

"TOLD YOU TO BE CAREFUL, JO. LITTLE GUYS LIKE MY BROTHER HERE ARE VERY FRAGILE,"

Janet said.

The look of horror spread to Michelle's face as well. "JANET PLEASE, PROMISE ME

YOU WON'T HURT PAUL," she begged.

"WHAT'S THE MATTER MICHELLE? YOU GETTING SWEET ON HIM OR SOMETHING?" Janet

asked.

"YES, PLEASE JANET, I DO LIKE HIM. HE'S SO SWEET, AND WE HAD SO MUCH FUN

TOGETHER. PLEASE, FOR ME, DON'T HURT HIM!"

Janet's face showed a look of surprise. "OKAY, FOR YOUR SAKE I WON'T KILL HIM.

BUT I CAN'T GUARANTEE I WON'T HURT HIM A LITTLE."

"THANK YOU," Michelle said. "I HAVE TO GO NOW. I'LL CALL YOU WHEN I GET BACK

FROM SCHOOL. I WANT TO SEE HIM AGAIN!"

"OKAY," Janet said. "GOODBYE."

Paul watched as the two giant women hugged each other, then Michelle blew him a

kiss as she walked out the door. After exchanging her own goodbyes, Joanna

followed her.

"LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE ALL MINE AGAIN, LITTLE BRO," Janet said, looking down at him.

"YOU SEEMED TO ENJOY MICHELLE'S BREASTS, WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A RIDE NEXT TO

MINE?" With that, she picked him up and dropped him in her bra as she pulled it

forward. Paul dropped down so that her nipple was just above his head before she

let the bra snap back into place.

Paul lost track of time as he struggled to breathe underneath the massive,

though soft, weight of her breast. He guessed it must have been several hours.

Janet spent most of the day doing laundry and assorted other household chores.

She fed him at lunch time, and let him use the toilet when she did, otherwise he

never left her sweating breast.

As the evening hours approached he heard the doorbell ring. Janet pressed him

hard against her breast, warning him to remain silent, as she answered the door.

"HELLO JANET," he heard a familiar voice say. My God, he thought. It's Leah!

Paul began struggling against Janet, trying to free himself from her bra, but

she casually crossed her arms under her breasts and pressed him against the warm

flesh, ending his struggles and effectively silencing him. But he could still

hear his stepsister talking to his would-be fiancee.

"WHY COME IN LEAH, WHAT A PLEASANT SURPRISE," Janet said. "ISN'T PAUL WITH YOU?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I THOUGHT HE WAS HERE," Leah asked, a note of concern in her

voice.

"BUT HE CALLED ME YESTERDAY AND SAID HE WASN'T COMING," Janet replied. "DID HE

TELL YOU HE WAS COMING HERE?"

"OH MY GOD! SOMETHING'S HAPPENED TO HIM!" Leah shouted.

"I'M AFRAID I HAVE AN IDEA WHAT," Janet said sarcastically.

Paul listened in helpless silence and his stomach started churning as his

stepsister told lies about his past, saying the real reason he left home was

because he had been engaged to his high school sweetheart, but skipped town when

he realized he didn't want to marry her. By the time she was through, she had

Leah convinced he had left her without warning.

Leah burst into tears and Janet hugged her for a long time, pressing Paul

between their breasts without Leah even realizing he was right there.

"TELL YOU WHAT," Janet suggested. "WHY DON'T YOU STAY HERE TONIGHT AND HAVE SOME

DRINKS WITH ME. THEN WE CAN BOTH FORGET THAT JERK PAUL EVER EXISTED."

Still sobbing, Leah stammered out, "O-OKAY, THANKS."

When she went to get the drinks, Janet took Paul out of her bra and dropped him

down the front of her panties. "YOU MAKE ONE PEEP DOWN THERE AND I'LL CRUSH YOU

AGAINST MY PUSSY," she warned.

Paul was filled with silent rage inside his stepsister's pants. He was pressed

against her wet crotch for hours as the two giant women got drunk. He must have

passed out eventually, because the next thing he remembered he was waking up in

his sister's hand in a dimly-lit room.

"Thought I'd let you have some fun, little bro," she whispered. "Your

girlfriend's passed out on the bed there. I'm going to let you spend the night

with her!"

Paul looked in the direction of the bed, and saw Leah's naked form lying

unmoving on it. "I took the liberty of undressing her for you," his stepsister

giggled softly. "Figured you wouldn't be able to, and this is the last time

you'll ever see her!"

With that, Janet moved next to the bed and lay him at Leah's feet. Then, to

Paul's surprise, she staggered out of the room, leaving him alone with his

gigantic girlfriend. * * *

Paul looked up at Leah's curving foot, gazing at her toes high overhead, dimly

lit by the moonlight shining through the window.

Once again his situation hit him like a ton of bricks. Just days ago he had held

this beautiful goddess in his arms, felt her kisses against his face. Now he

stood like some kind of insect against her huge sole.

He reached out to touch her, and her flesh was as warm and soft as he

remembered. Overcome with emotion, he began walking past her foot, running his

hand down the inside of her left leg. He moved unconsciously, but soon in the

dim light ahead of him he could see the outline of Leah's enormous vulva where

her outstretched legs finally came together. He wanted to touch it, to feel her

one more time.

Filled with desire he ran toward her. When he reached her crotch he grabbed

handfuls of her pubic hair and braced his feet against her skin to pull himself

up. He started kissing her labia, caressing the soft, moist flesh as he pulled

himself higher.

He moved inside her outer lips and reached up to touch her clitoris. As he

caressed and kissed it, he could hear Leah moaning softly in her sleep.

Suddenly inspiration struck. If he could stimulate her enough, she might wake up

and find him! Now driven by the hope of rescue as much as desire, he began

massaging and sucking on her clit in earnest. He knew he was making progress as

her moans became louder.

Then something abruptly hit him like an 18-wheeler, and he was thrust headfirst

into her vagina. As he struggled inside the hot, slippery flesh of his

girlfriend, he realized Leah must have pushed him inside of herself. He could

still feel her fingers against his legs, but soon her vaginal muscles pulled him

further inside, shutting off the outside world.

He struggled in darkness as warm flesh squeezed him from all sides. As the

contractions became harder, Paul's mind raced with the desperate thought that he

may die as he brought the woman he loved - the woman that would have one day

been his wife - to orgasm, and she might never even know it.

Then the fleshy walls squeezed the breath from him, and he gasped for air as

Leah's love fluid washed over him. He thought for sure he was about to die, but

then he felt Leah's fingers grip his legs again. She pulled him out and he was

finally able to take in some air.

Leah gripped his hips between her thumb and forefinger as she lifted him over

her face. She blinked and held him close to her eyes as she stared in

astonishment.

"PAUL, IS THAT REALLY YOU?" she asked.

"Yes, Leah, my God, it's really me! I love you! Please help me!" Paul screamed.

"WHAT HAPPENED?" she asked, groggily. "HOW'D YOU GET SO SMALL?"

"It was Janet - she has some kind of shrinking machine in the basement," Paul

said. "My God, Leah, I thought I had lost you forever! Please, let's get out of

here!"

"DON'T WORRY, LITTLE LOVER, YOU'RE SAFE NOW. JUST STAY HERE WITH ME TONIGHT AND

I'LL TAKE YOU HOME IN THE MORNING," Leah said as she held him against her right

breast.

"No Leah, we have to leave now!" Paul yelled, but Leah had already drifted back

to sleep, and he was stuck between her hand and her breast. He pounded on her

breast for a while to try to wake her up, but soon realized she was too drunk.

At least she knows I'm here, he thought. Everything will be okay in the morning.

With that thought, he snuggled against his girlfriend's breast and fell asleep

with her. * * *

Janet stepped into the guest bedroom and looked down at Paul lying comfortably

on Leah's breast. Looks like they had a good time last night, she thought.

It was early in the morning, and Janet had set her alarm to make sure she woke

up before Leah did. Janet carefully pulled Leah's hand away from Paul, and he

woke up. Frantic, he began pounding on Leah's breast, but Janet swiftly snatched

him away from her.

Then Leah started to wake up too, and noticed Janet standing over her. Janet

wore no bra under her pocketless silk nightgown, so she quickly dropped Paul

into her panties to hide him.

"Good morning, Leah," Janet said cheerfully.

"Morning, Janet. What's up?" Leah asked.

"Just wanted to let you know I'm going to be packing up my stuff to go back to

school today. I'm going to be leaving in a few hours," Janet said.

"That's okay, I guess I'll be heading home soon myself," Leah said. "It's going

to seem strange without Paul there, though."

Janet could feel Paul struggling furiously in her panties, and thought she heard

him trying to yell for help, but luckily Leah was too groggy to hear. She

casually pressed hard on the front of her panties until his struggles weakened.

"You know, I had a really strange dream last night," Leah continued. "I dreamt

that Paul was here, but he was just a few inches tall. It was really weird."

"Don't worry about it," Janet said. "You'll get over Paul soon enough - just

remember how he ditched you. And I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding someone

new."

"Thanks Janet, you've been so kind," Leah said.

Janet could feel Paul begin to struggle harder again, and she quickly excused

herself and walked back to her bedroom. There, she took him out of her panties

and dropped him in a large, empty vase.

"There, there Paul, you're so eager this morning! But don't worry, we'll have

plenty of time to play once Leah leaves," Janet giggled.

She left Paul in the vase for several hours while she and Leah had breakfast and

showered. When Leah left, Janet began packing her clothes and other belongings

to return to college. She loaded everything into her car, then went back into

the house. Just one more thing, she thought.

Tipping over the vase, she let Paul slide into her hand. She could feel him

trembling, not knowing what was coming next.

"Well, little bro, looks like you'll be coming back to school with me. I just

know all the girls in my sorority are going to love meeting you!" Janet laughed.

Paul began struggling again as she dropped him inside her bra, against her left

breast.

"Easy now, little guy. Don't wear yourself out so soon," Janet said. "There's 35

girls in my sorority, and they're all going to want to play with you!"

Janet laughed again as she felt him struggling with renewed urgency. Yes, the

girls are really going to love you, she thought. She turned out the lights and

locked the door behind her.

Giantess Stories: The Inheritance by Zotster         Paul was growing impatient

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