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I walked toward the aisle with my sweet Archie. She was a beautiful girl and a gorgeous bride, if I do say so myself. She was a redhead, not too tall (about my height), and had a nice body. Her features were sharp and her smile was bright, she had a wonderfully spunky voice and was always jovial. I was incredibly lucky to have her, and she knew that. She would do a lot to me, probably because she knew that I wouldn’t be able to find much more than her if I didn't have her.
We wore matching dresses. She insisted on that, saying how cute I would look. The fact that all of my friends and loved ones were in attendance did not dissuade her at all. I hated wearing the dress but the way she explains things she just seems so...right. I had a dee neckline in my dress, and a big poofy skirt that covered my legs and butt. Her breasts were on display while the audience could see my own tiny and somewhat underdeveloped chest. The firm brassier she had me wear definitely created the illusion of breast under my dress, something she informed me was very cute and super sexy.
In addition to the dress, I had on a very humiliating pair of white sandals. She had heels on but let me walk in flats since...I can’t exactly walk in heels. She finds it funny to see me wobble this time, but did not suppose it would be appropriate for a wedding. The shoes were bright and white, the straps were small and largely let anyone see what my feet looked like, and I wasn’t proud of them.
See, my feet are sort of...feminine. They have a very girly general appearance to them, and are soft and sensitive. When Archie saw them on our second date she couldn’t stop laughing and talking about them, making sure that I knew that she thought they were a very funny pair of feet. But she didn’t just stop on placing me in shoes that would leave everyone else to know just how girly my feet were. She polished and painted my toenails, right now they were all red and very shiny.
My feet were also very ticklish, she joked about how she had ‘Easy access” whenever I had on a pair of skimpy shoes. Whenever she felt like it she could just swoop in and start tickling my feet, making me laugh till I cried whether I wanted to or not, She was a real master of controlling my body. The choice in outfit didn’t let me forget her expertise for a second.
The shoes alone were enough to make me uncomfortable. I had played games with her for a while, she seemed to enjoy emasculating me. She told me it was for my own good. But I never quite felt comfortable in these shoes, they always made me feel lesser. But Archie was so confident, and smart, and strong...I could never just refuse her advice.
My best man was an old bully of mine. One who Archie found very handsome, and would often mention. She literally called him ‘that handsome bully” when referring to him around me, until he took her to dinner a few months ago and then she started calling him by his first name, never anything else. I wanted to ask her what she was up to, but she did not give me a straight answer. She merely smiled and scruffed my hair, saying I’d find out soon enough. I tried to power through that, explain that she still loved me, generally make my life bearable. I have no idea how any of what I said made sense, even to myself.
He seemed nice enough. Unlike me he had a suite on, and looked very handsome in it. I’m not gay, but I am aware of the fact that I’m not super masculine, so I notice when other men are. He definitely was, his shoulders were broad and his face was handsome, his short hair perfectly finished off the shape of his head, and he walked with such a confident stride. I knew if I was a girl my heart would be racing just being in his presence.
My heart was racing, of course, but only out of fear. I definitely didn’t feel anything for the boy who always used to give me a hard time, at every opportunity, every day he possibly could. He was sometimes privy to a random boner, but it wasn’t a matter of sexual attraction. Only women would be into a hunk like him, and I knew that I was no woman. I may not have been the most masculine guy ever, but i was still a guy.
The way his eyes locked on me, ever so briefly, though...that made me feel bad. Like I was less than a real man. And maybe I was he seemed to enjoy my chest a little bit, and my thin arms, which looked even thinner in my bridal gauntlets. He started looking at Archie and I started feeling bad. I would never be assertive enough to stop him but...but I walked right up to him and waited, aware of the fact that my chest was open. As were my feminine toes, painted in such a girly color...I looked up at the guy who was six inches taller than me and hoped he’d look back.
Jason looked down at me and smiled. He didn’t say anything about my sandals, but I could see that he saw them. I honestly wasn’t even friends with him, I had always considered him something of a bully, but I didn’t have a whole lot of other options. So there he was, acting  as my best man, looking far more manly than I could ever hope to present myself as.
He stuck out a finger and adjusted my hair ‘She did a nice job with make-up” he said. I looked terrified and backed up some, bumping into her. Archie grabbed me like I was a piece of meat and spoke to Jason like I wasn’t even there
“Thanks, I decided a sissy like him should probably wear a nice face to a wedding. I’d hate for little Calum to get embarrassed, not looking his absolute prettiest for a big day” she pinched my cheek in order to express how cute she thought I was
“Hey” I said in complete surprise, the blish making my face hot “I am not a sissy!” I protested in an amazingly meek voice.
“Come on Calum, get real. Of course I can’t take you seriously as a man, nobody can! With that sissy clitty of yours, I’m surprised you even think you are one” she said it all remarkably matter-of-factly. She raised an eyebrow in what wasn’t quite disdain...disapproval perhaps?
“What?” I started, my dick was kind of snug in my panties...but they fit. I placed my hands over the groin that was covered by my poofy dress, and Archie aggressively walked into me, making me back up until I met with a bench, which I sat down over. She smiled, hands on her hips
“Now” she got on her knees ‘Lets see what you are hiding” she reached down and grabbed the strap to a sandal. My heart was beating like a plane’s engine as she quickly unstrapped it, suddenly pulling it from my foot altogether!
My shoe was off, Jason smiled behind Archie as Archie just looked down at me “You have such pretty feet” she began, running her fingers across my soles, forcing a laugh from my throat that sounded throughout the entire chapel. They all knew now, now only were my feet both dainty and sleek, but they were ticklish. I felt so vulnerable just from knowing that they knew.
She smiled at me “Ahhh, are you embarrassed to know that now that everybody knows your little secret? Just how vulnerable and manipulable you really are?” she grinned more and more sadistically as she began really digging her fingers in and tickling me as hard as she could. She knew my feet so well, she knew all of me, and could get whatever reaction she wanted whenever she wanted. I was an instrument and she was a virtuoso, she knew every nook and cranny, every sound and note my body could produce.
It seemed like mere seconds before I was starting to tear u. My diaphragm was out of control, my limbs were moving stupidly in every direction. As I flailed in my big fancy dress I started to feel like I had no control over my bladder, but at least for that second I avoided pissing all over myself. Small victories, at least. Suddenly she stopped, taking her hand off of my foot and letting me hyperventilate, looking down at me with her cruel and knowing smile
“Oh...oh my God Archie” I started, exhilarated by my humiliation as she squatted down and looked at me. She had such an intense gaze, it made me feel like I was a little kid and she was my mom or something, like I couldn;t disobey here at all unless I legitimately wanted to make an objectively incorrect decision
“I’m going to keep tickling you” She said, a sweet authority in her voice. I wanted to say “no”but...who could say “no” to her? She was so sweet, if erudite, in her demand for my torture. So I bit my tongue and allowed her to go to town on me at her own free will.
Things got worse and worse as I lost more and more of my self control in front of the crowd, my body betraying me as my dainty feet became instruments in my girlfriend’s hands, she was taking no quarter.
But then suddenly she did, slowly moving down into a full stop, she backed away “Hmm, since you can't stand me tickling them, maybe a real man should tickle them instead”
“Whuh?” i started, unable to even really contemplate what she was suggesting, but I did see Jason approaching me with a smug smile on his handsome face. This guy, the guy who gave me wedgies and swirlies in high school, was about to tickle me in front of everybody I knew! I groane
But there was Archie, giving me another smile and wink, and again I felt like I had no option but total obedience. So I let him get in and start tickling, my feet entirely under his command as he cruelly tortured them with his fingertips, making me laugh harder and harder. I had never been tickled by a man like that before, but it turned out to be an incredibly powerful experience.
When eh came off of me, finally, I felt like my guts were going to bust from all of that uncontrolled laughter, and he seemed to have a smile on his own face. A genuine one, one brought about by exerting your power on a sissy slut like me. I saw her and Archie look at each other. Oh no, they were definitely lovers.
Suddenly she turned around and faced me, a sadistic smile on her face ‘So, since I was going to marry your bully today, I thought I could at least show you some fun. And I thought Jason could help in showing you fun” she smiled evilly at us, cracking her knuckles a few times as she approached me, total confidence on her face and a smile giving me some degree of comfort.
I looked down, squatting and trying to make myself small as she reached down and started stroking my hair. “Hmm, I need to baby talk you, don’t I? I suppose I probably should have predicted that, Calum”
I groan nervously, feeling tears begin to form, but a female hand stroked my hair. “Your panties will wet with precum” she began “and this will be the altar of your spanking” her face ebame overcome with joy again, she seemingly knew something to say to me that she knew would be very spicy, and also knew would be confusing to me. “Oh, is Widdwe Calum going to enjoy our marriage?” she asked, stroking my hair again. She was demeaning but...but it really did comfort me.
“What?” I started, holding my hands on the back of my dress, my feet became more exposed and I felt every eye in the room focus sharply on my bare toes, how secy and feminine they must have looked. I wondered f any guys were getting boners from looking at them...what if one of those boys expected sexual activity from me, would I be able to stop him? I whimpered as Jason came behind me.
His hands got very familiar very fast, he ran them all over my lithe body and I may have...squealed like a whore. It was just out fo surprise, not from liking big manly hands laying themsleves over every inch of skin, I’m really not into boys. But I stood there and let him have his way with me as Archie looked on.
“You see, Calum” she began, a huge grin on her face “I think a boy like you just needs to have some discipline is all. Plus I know you love being spanked, and Jason does a way better job than I do” the words hit me pretty hard, she revealed a kink in front of everybody! Not only did they see me in a dress, and know how sensitive and girly my feet were, but now they also knew that I lvoed being spanked.
And, thinking about it, I suppose that also menat that Jason had spanked Archie before. I mean...the way they looked at each other had suggested things, but the idea of his ahnds dominating her buttocks like that just made me quazy. I could never do something like that with her, but I had no doubt Jason could. And easily, too.
Jason picked me up, his hands easily claiming my light body and his feet moving both of us as far as Archie walked. He carried me to the altar like I weighed nothing at all, and everyone in the audience could see my feet. Archie walked in front of us and sat down, gleefully staring at the pair of us
“May I?” he asked, motioning at my feet. She nodded, and they both took one and started tickling it. My soles were facing the pews and over my own uncontrolled laughter I could hear theirs as my sensitive, sissy souls were violated in aways that made me flail around like an idiot. Soon enough, however, it stopped, and Archie helped take me out of my big, fancy dress in favor of something that would allow more easy spankings
My undergarments were decent enough, a bodice covered under my brassier, but they could see my super frilly panties as well as the stockings that went down to my ankles. She grabbed my hips and encouraged me to shake my ass at the audience.
Wolf whistles, cat calls, and various other primal noises filled my ears as I realized how feminine and enticing my rear end must have looked to everybody in attendance.
“Calum” began Archie as she stroked my hair again “I think you need a spanking to demonstrate everybody’s proper place in this relationship. I don't want you forgetting, so I will have witnesses and photographers present” and like that i was placed in Jason’s lap. His hands were like a force of nature compared to my tiny body
“A-archie!” I whined, but she ran her fingers over my face and let me know that she was having none of it, instead encouraging Jason to take over.
He immediately gave me a backhanded compliment “that is one sexy ass” he said, poking it first, then preparing it for his first slap. He clarified ‘It really does look feminine, Archie was right to put you in such a cute outfit. A weird thing for a bully to say but...but for some reason I took it as a compliment? I was confused and embarrassed, certainly, but also on some level happy that he noticed?
I shouted out, sounding like a complete bimbo at the first stroke! I heard people comment about how feminine and sexy my ass looked in the white panties and stockings, I had no doubt that the yelp I let out from a smack to the rump only solidified my femininity in their minds. I shook my rear and tried to forget, but Jason’s strong hand came down again and I yelped even louder, he was still wearing the kiddie gloves with me, Jason was undoubtedly capable of spanking me much harder than that.
I started crying again pretty soon afterward, not gonna lie. He hit so hard but also so...sensually. I actually enjoyed it quite a bit if I’m being honest, but the pain and humiliation caused me to bowl straight through my eyeshadow. I looked even worse, slutty now, since my eyeshadow was bleeding all over my face!
Jason’s big, manly arm came down several more times, before he reached down and felt me “Dude do you have a boner from this?” I gasped, unable to speak. Archie laughed, and as if it was at her prompt everyone in attendance began to laugh as well! I didn’t even like this, why was it causing my physical arousal? Why was being touched by some big...strong guy making me feel this way?
I certainly wasn’t gay, I couldn’t be. Nor did I want to be dressed up like a girl and laughed at, these were just situations I got lead into against my will. Yet...yet I couldn’t ever seem to escape them, I was stuck permanently getting punishment after punishment and humiliation after humiliation
I kept yelping as Jason ket spanking, I felt so childish and girly in his arms, but eventually he stopped. My ass was sore as anything when Archie finally asked to me and started tickling my chin. Luckily that wasn’t ticklish enough for me to completely humiliate myself in a fit of laughter just from the contact. “So you understand I’m not marrying you, Calum?” she started
I suppose I did, she had made it clear she would never take me seriously as a lover,a s a man, maybe never en as a human. But hearing it out of her mouth in such...brutal language was distasteful. I gulped in humiliation, looking down before I could look up to face her. She merely played with my hair a bit “Well, I am going to marry Jason. I know he used to bully you, but he is very nice to me and I think he is a very attractive man”
I looked up, caked in smeared make-up and tears, I knew I looked ridiculous and completely unmanly, but I still had to say my piece “But...but why not marry me?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Oh Calum” she was already leaning into his arms, he was freely touching her breasts and butt, her waist and legs, making her into a sex doll for him to explore “You know quite well that you are not suited for me. I need someone masculine, someone big, someone bold and capable. A wimpy sissy like you simply does not function as a husband. WHy do you think I dressed you as a bride?”
I bit my lip, barely managing to avoid another round of sobbing as I saw Jason literally sweep Archie off of her feet. She laughed hard as he took her up and I merely sat there obediently, realizing That I wasn;t the groom, I was just another bridesmaid!
I patted my sore ass as I saw how easily Jason manhandled Archie. I felt jealousy burn within me, I wanted so badly to be in her place. Or did I? Archie looked back from the strong arms of her new man “Don’t worry” she said with a smile “I’m sure we’ll find you a similarly hunky guy to take you to the altar”

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I was trapped. The two women who had kidnapped me had gained no mercy since my imprisonment had started, nor had they any plans of letting me go. I was beginning to suspect that they couldn’t get me big again even if they wanted, they spoke a lot of their shrinking gun but never seemed to have anything to restore something to normal size.
So this was it, then? I was beginning to suspect it was, sipping desperately at sugar water in the tiny ant-farm I had been left in for the past week. The taste was plain and only slightly sweet, but it kept me nourished under the deplorable conditions they had forced me into accepting.
I began to pace after that was done, looking outside the glass to the other ant-farm, the one with actual ants inside of it. They were a lot stronger than me, outnumbered me, and of course were better organized. But escape never seemed to exist anywhere in their minds, maybe because they had no need for an exit.. But maybe it was just because they knew they were too small for it to matter, just like me they were stuck here for the rest of their lives. Even if I could leave this tiny glass cage, what then?
The world wasn’t set up to handle someone like me. People like me weren’t even supposed to exist, getting someone to even see me before I got offhandedly squished as if I were a bug would be a challenge in and of itself. Even then, where would I live? Could anyone really offer me better conditions that I had here? Perhaps less torment and terror, but then again perhaps not. Who would be able to tell if I was really getting tortured, it would be entirely at the discretion of whatever caretaker I ended up assigned to me. For all I knew I’d just end up right back in the hands of the Blaines.
I felt them coming before I heard them, the sand jiggled slightly, but enough to trip a tiny person like me. I got on my hands and knees as I saw the door open, both women dressed beautifully (if a bit slutty) as they approached me, huge smiles on their faces
“Is our little guy still doing alright?” asked the MILFY Samantha, looking down and licking her plump lips as her current position exposed a cleavage that was perhaps a hundred times longer than my body
“Hmm, looks like he’s in there safe and sound” said the fit Jeanie, her muscular arms and midsection flexing slightly as she looked down at me with a cruel longing “But I think he may be lonely, cooped up in there all alone and everything”
“Oh, good point Jeanie!’ the mother said, grabbing a pair of tweezers from beside the ant farms. I realized what the plan was...they had tormented me like this many times before, and no doubt would continue too in the future. but...But what else could I do but protest? I banged against the glass of my ant farm, shouting for mercy, offering to do whatever the comparatively giant women wanted if they would only refrain from tormenting me like...that.
Samantha had already removed her ant by the time Jeanie noticed, pointing at me and laughing her tremendous laugh, her shorter mother following suit with a gentler but still overwhelming chuckle, the sound of which was incredibly irritating. Soon a long, manicured nail at the end of a strong and tones arm tapped the glass right in front of me, the shock pushed me back right onto my buttt “Oh, don’t worry one hair on your head little guy” Jeanie said in mock sympathy “We’re bringing you a playmate right now so you won’t be so darned lonely in there, aren’t we?”
Her mother smiled “yes we are” Samantha opened the lid and placed the ant inside. Immediately it began scurrying in my direction. I ran off, not sure where I was going, but definitely wanting to avoid those mandibles.
They clapped and hooted at my futile attempts at escape, occasionally giving me some mocking advice about where to go or what to do, none of which helped me when something with such a developed sense of smell was chasing me, before too long I found myself at a dead end, then heard the clanking of the ant’s exoskeleton behind me.
The ant approached me, its mandibles clenching at me aggressively, both of them laughing at me. I backed up, gulping. It didn’t vocalize at all, it just moved. I could smell some kind of pheromone coming from it, no doubt signalling meat to the other ants. It seemed to feel me out, waving its antennae in my direction. Then it charged.
I ran as fast as I could, but my two legs couldn’t carry me at anywhere near the speed of the ant’s six, soon I knew an insect would be eating me...but it didn’t. I looked back and saw it was focused on the sugar water. Both women laughed hard, slamming the desk and tapping the glass before Samantha finally placed the tweezers in my cage
“You better climb up and get out, if you don’t want me flooding that little home of yours” the mother cautioned. I didn’t need to be warned twice, although I did have trouble climbing through the sand to arrive at the top of the farm where she had my metal ride waiting for me.
“Oh, I have to go to work” Jeanie said, picking me up until I was right between her eyes and inches from her enormous face, feeling the true tinyness of my current form in her watchful gaze “But I think I’ll play with you a bit after I get home today. Does that sound fun, my little man?” asked the thick-bodied woman
“Yes, of course!” I pleaded, before she flung me right into the hands of Jeanie. She kissed her mother on the cheek before the woman walked out, then carried me to a chair “You know, it never ceases to amaze me how much fun I can actually have with a little guy like you” she began to muse, before taking off her shoe “Do you know what I was up to all morning?”
“I placed my hands around my mouth and shouted as loud as I could muster “Were you exercising?!!!!” hoping that my attempt at conversation would in some way limit the playful predatory anger she felt toward me
“Sorry, pipsqueak, I really can’t hear you. But I was running for a few hours, before doing some free weights” she brought a shoe to the ottoman, then kicked it off. I could already smell her sock, she was very sweaty. Desperately I started climbing up her palm, but she pushed me back into the center with the nail of her opposite pointer-finger “naughty boy” she said, now taking off her sock.
She placed me between her toes and smiled at me “Do you like it there?’ Jeanie asked, slowly moving me between her toes. She laughed, pressing a finger toward me “Do you like the smell? I’ve been running quite a while today!” she said, before flicking beneath me. I fell down, barely managing to grab onto the skin
She was quite rank, of course. All of that running really did create a musk on her feet and I had a bit of trouble staying conscious while surrounded by such an intense musk, but I covered my mouth and tried to bare with it. She squeezed her toes again, gripping my tightly in her dry but still quite pungent feet.
“Your so pathetic, but it’s fun to imagine how you must be feeling while you’re trapped in there. I mean, obviously you must be euphoric to be trapped in such an amazingly beautiful and gracious set of feet, but on the other hand I can’t help but think you may not be enjoying yourself as much as you can.
She was right, of course, I wasn’t exactly having the time of my life...and I expected she knew it. I moved around some more, unable to get off of her foot or away from the smell. It was starting to take me over, it became all I could taste, my skin was covered in it and soaking it in. I had really become nothing but a tortured extension of her who she smiled and waved at as she relaxed in the chair.
I can’t say how long I was stuck like that. She turned on the Tv after a bit, and I tried to sit down and watch that with her, but when she saw I was no longer squirming in the grip of her toes she reached forward and picked me up, taking me to her chest this time, where she pressed me deep in her cleavage and made me smell everything, I was lost in the soft but firm flesh, falling and occasionally hanging in the pressure, finally falling out from the bottom of her cleavage
I slipped on each of her individual abs as I fell down her wet front, but she was there to pick me up when I arrived at the bottom, picking me up again and bringing me to her lips, where she kissed me with enough force that I thought my ribs would shatter under the pink walls colliding with me.
Samantha walked home soon afterward, and she greeted Jeanie. Jeanie hugged her mom and passed me off, before going out clubbing by my understanding. Was she finding my replacement? What would become of me if they had another man? These issues were bothering me immensely, but I had little time to worry about them before Samantha brought me into the kitchen for my next torment. She began by placing me on a counter, leaving me on an enormous flat surface with nowhere to hide. She opened up the cabinets before turning back at me. “Have you eaten anything beside sugar water in the last few weeks?”
I began shouting at her, but she only laughed at the comparatively quiet shouts I was releasing, before tapping a fingernail right next to me “that was a rhetorical question, dear. You can’t talk anymore. Even if you could, nobody gives a fuck about anything you’d have to say. You are no longer a human being, just a gross little bug” after she was done with that, she pulled out some crackers, then walked to the fridge where she pulled out some meat and cheese. “You want some of these?”
The food wasn’t exactly fancy, but after the diet I’d been on anything solid was absolutely appetizing. I jumped up and down several times, clapping my hands like a child, hoping that whatever I did put on a show entertaining enough to make her take pity and maybe want to help me out.
She began setting it down“Well, why don’t we just give the little guy some-” suddenly she stopped “You know, at your size I doubt your teeth work very well, or your jaw. I guess I’ll have to be your momma bird” I didn’t like where that was going.
She piled cheese on meat on cracker, and took a bite. She chewed for a few minutes, then brought her head to the table and spit out the chewed food, looking at me intently as her lips hovered over a pile many times my size. I moped hard enough for her to easily see as she raised her head back to its previous height, harshly looking down at me from her superior position.
She spit out the food, smiling down at me “Eat it” Samantha said, her grin growing huger and huger.
I walked up to it, conflicted to say the least. While I certainly wanted something beside sugar water...this really wasn’t it. It looked and smelled pretty terrible, and the chunks she chewed were all about fist sized at this point.
I walked up slowly, grabbing some pink and yellow mashe, each peace was soaked with saliva. I looked up and found Samantha looking down at me with a magnifying glass, waving. She could see me...I couldn’t just pretend to eat this, could I? I groaned, but that made her slam her fist on the counter. I decided to be a good boy after that, eating from the pile, taking bite after bite, feeling a bit sick, before finally patting my belly and forcing a smile as I look up at her.
“Such a good eater” she commented, placing her hand down a again, she corralled me a few inches away, her enormous paw looked as sublime and mighty as a hurricane, despite its dainty shape and soft features.
She picked me up and placed me on her tongue, looking down at me while I was covered by saliva on that massive pink muscle. She lifted a mirror up, admiring herself, and motioning for me to look at it as well. I didn’t want to, but she started looking angry and her tongue began to shake…
I saw myself on her tongue and realized how completely powerless I looked, she had me right where she wanted me and I was unable to escape...if I were to jump off I’d probably just fall to my death...likely less than five feet, but too me it seemed like five hundred. I looked back at her, she giggled at my apparent panic
I laid on her tongue and grabbed with all four limbs, as hard as I could. Her laughter shook my body and made me worried about falling once again, she found my desperation quite amusing and laughed even harder. I didn’t even think things could get even worse.
Then she pulled her tongue back into her mouth, taking me with it and trapping me behind her teeth. The dank, dark environment was quite disgusting, and she mocked me even further by gnashing her teeth together. The clacked loudly as she swiped her tongue around and got me so close to them…
I had absolutely no doubt that the teeth would kill me if they made contact, it became apparent that her smashing gnashing jaw could turn me into paste if she wanted it to, but it would appear she didn't...yet. She kept gnashing them and moving me around before finally sticking her tongue out again.
I moaned, soaked and battered, feeling like I was going to die any second. She reached down and grabbed me before smiling, pulling her yoga pants from the back and placing me down, I fell between her enormous and round cheeks, getting really in there as she slapped both cheeks and laughed, the shockwaves shaked me hard when they made contact with my body.
Samantha looked down at me “You know, I had some interesting lunch yesterday” she said, flexing her glutes, she sent me down toward her asshole, I fell and found myself trapped down near it. She laughed “You know, I kind of have to fart…” she said. I realized what was about to happen...
The smell was pretty disgusting, but soon I was released. Jeanie came home about that time, sweatier than she had been when I’d last seen here. She talked to her mom, smiling before I was traded off and the taller woman looked down at me with cruelty “Like mother, like daughter right little one?”
I found myself in Jeanie’s ass, surrounded by sweat and trapped in the moist sweat, the smell was overwhelming and the walls of silky skin closed in with the force of the great glutes behind them. I groaned as I tried to push out, but a finger came in and pushed me in farther. I realized something was happening
I writhed with all the force my tiny body could muster, but the fingertip was pushing me like a bulldozer, I could do nothing to resist it. If anything, I think I was gently tickling her simply by resisting the woman’s muscles and rubbing my body against her.
She moaned, getting me right up against her asshole before finally relenting, letting me fall out from her pant leg onto the floor. She looked down, standing over me, licking her lips. “There are some sweat droplets right around you” she said, crossing her arms at me.
I dropped to my knees, moaning at Jeanie. She laughed, her voice boomed toward me and shook my body. She knew I had no choice but to drink it. I approached the sweat droplet, gulping in disgust
She laughed, her mom picked me up again (this time with her fingers) and looked at me “That was nice, but why only put him down on one side?” asked the older woman, and both smiled cruelly.
Samantha opened her pants up...she wasn’t wearing any panties. She also...did not shave down there. I was trying to escape her hands but she was more than strong enough to keep me at bay. Once again my size was becoming apparent, I was completely powerless against either woman, nothing more than a plaything. “Have a nice Fall” she said cheekily, before unclenching her fingers.
The fall seemed so much faster ta that size, going through so many body lengths in less than a second before falling into the forest of bending black curls, each one thicker than my arms. I tumbled through them many times before finally catching myself. Her pantes were on her again, I was down there alone and lost in her hair. I would have to spend time in here as long as she wanted me to, wouldn’t I?”
She walked around for quite a while after that, I had to clench as hard as I could to the hairs coming from her groin as she did who-knows what, around the house and outside of it. I started to worry about falling down, wondering what would happen if she bumped her crotch into something, and getting overwhelmed by the smell of her genitalia. I didn’t really like her, but that proximity did get me uncontrollably aroused, the smell was nearly giving me a heart attack with every passing second!
She eventually stopped, turning on what I hoped was a shower before she started removing clothing, I could suddenly see light again and breathe some circulated air as she walked to her bed and plopped her rear end down, combing through her bush
“Hmm, where is he?” she said, sitting down and pulling her pants down, slowly going through her pubic here “You didn’t drop through a pant leg and get squished, did you?” she mused. She seemed completely fine with the idea, I really was nothing more than another disposable toy to this all-powerful woman.
She rifled her fingers through and bounced me around, not noticing me until she had thrown me around several times, finally getting her fingers around me and picking me up, leaving me on the rim of the toilet as she took a shower.
The daughter came in soon afterward, smelling a bit of liquor as she removed her own undies and looked down ‘You must be thirsty” And there I sat as she squatted over me. Samantha closed her eyes as she opened up above me, and a torrent of fluid came down...I was getting pissed on! It was overwhelming...but I was trapped!

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Samantha and Jeanie Blaire were natural born Goddesses and destined to be my dominators. That’s the way they told the story, at least. I had my own doubts but as things went on I started believing everything I told them. Samantha was the mother, about 5’7 and incredibly curvy. Jeanie was her 21 year old daughter, the younger one stood about two inches taller. She had hair dyed blond-and-pink and a muscular body.
I met the two of them in an alley after a night of fun out at a restaurant, I wasn’t even drunk or anything, just walking along minding my own business when a pair of women approached me.
“Hey handsome” the dark haired curvy Samantha said, I would be lying if I said I didn’t take a minute to breathe her in. she was wearing an incredibly skimpy dress and a pair of stiletto heels, along with fishnet stockings
“Oh yes, he is handsome, isn’t he” the light haired one said slyly, placing her hand on her hip. Jeanie’s abs were on display, as were her toned arms and legs as she looked deeply into me. Her blue eyes felt like they’d drill a hole through my body and her breasts, while smaller than those of MILFy mom, were still substantial enough to bounce around in the sports bra she was wearing
“Hey, ladies” I awkwardly said as they approached me slowly “are you two doing OK….need help navigating this alley?’ I strutted toward them, driven by lust more than any genuine chivalry but excited by the prospect of getting with one of them.
“No, I don’t think we do, actually” Said the mother as she reached into her purse. Her daughter laughed loudly as she reached in, but I didn’t think a lot of it. I definitely should have, in retrospect.
I saw what looked like a Flash Gordon gun in her hand, and her eyes met with mine. I froze. “What’s wrong, boy? Do sexy girls like us scare you?”
“I think they may” her daughter mocked, before elbowing her mom in the shoulder. And suddenly the trigger was pulled. My life flashed before my eyes as I heard a sound, thinking it must be some kind of gun….but I didn’t die. I found the world around me going crazy and my body was suddenly surrounded with a heap of cloth, and then I was on the ground with some huge tarp weighing me down.
I writhed as the heels of those two women klacked loudly on the asphalt, they gleefully approached me before I felt something giant paw at me. I tried to run from it but couldn’t seem to get to any escape, the giant thing grasped me and pulled the tarp from over me, before lifting me from the ground. I remember my body felt extraordinarily light when that happened, I blamed it on the fear and disorientation for the first few seconds.
I was disoriented as jeanie laughed at me, Samantha looked back ‘He is a very handsome toy” she said...above me. I realized the giant thing was her hand, the tarp that was covering me was the shirt I had on, and I was naked in her hand. Shrunk and threatened, I couldn’t have been over 6 inches tall as Jeanie cruelly took me from the ground and placed me on top of her purse “Now, young man...are you willing to play nice and not mess with anything when you are inside of my purse?”
The situation was ridiculous and unprecedented, I couldn't come up with anything to say, so I justs tammered dumbly at the giant woman, which she thought was just the funniest thing in the world.
“Seems like he doesn’t know jack about what we’re doing” Said the fit daughter as she moved in “Maybe we oughtta carry him some other way, I mean it’s just a short ride home after all” suggested Jeanie.
“Where do you suggest we trap him on our way home, then?’came the excited voice of Samantha
“Oh, I got an idea” Jeanie said as she zipped her gym bag open and pulled out a long pink sock that had been completely soaked in her sweat “hey little guy” she cruelly said to me, waving it in my face “I ran 7 miles in this today, and made no effort to wash it. Isn’t that sooo sexy and exciting, babe?”
I didn’t think so, but before I could say anything a whiff of the musk hit me and I found myself losing my ability to speak once again. Perhaps it was the diminutive size, but the stench was hitting me harder than any had before. She had an incredibly distinct body odor, and the age of the sweat didn’t help the smell one bit. I grasped at my face and writhed impotently in Samantha’s hands as I started to understand what the plan was
“Ahhh, he thinks he has power” said Samantha, mocking me before she squeezed a bit “Little man, you have to understand that you are nothing but a toy to us superior women. Look at you, your smaller than a toy and those adorable little muscles of yours can’t even overpower an old lady’s grip. You have zero chance of escape. For all intents and purposes...we are Gods to you”
“Sexy sweaty gods!” her daughter added, opening the mouth of her sock, and her mother placed my head inside. My arms were pinned to my sides by her seemingly enormous fingers as the smell started to overwhelm me, all of my senses were focused purely on the extreme stench of the garment as I writhed.
But it was useless, I was dumped inside and she quickly held the sock by the top, leaving me to fall to the bottom. As I looked up, she closed the top and tied a knot in it. I cried out, my voice adorably high, causing more laughter as the smell started hitting me harder and harder by the second.
So there I was, completely helpless as the two brought me home. Trapped in sock, I was exposed to nothing but feminine musk for the entire trip, naked within my cloth prison I wish I could say I didn’t reach a state of extreme arousal, but that would be a lie. I was incredibly turned on by the smell of the sock and the sense of helplessness.
The sock, as far as I can tell, was placed back in her gym bag as the two began walking home. It was a rough walk, there was a lot of bouncing and no respect for my comfort, I shook a lot was thrown around by regular bursts of running from the younger woman carrying me around the town.
I have no idea how long I was in there, honestly. Time sort of stopped having any meaning, there was nothing to measure it by and there were no hints as to when I could possibly find reprieve from the trap I was in. Never, technically, would be the right answer, I was trapped in these women's’ hands for the rest of my life.
Soon enough, however, a door opened and I was pretty sure I was through the threshold. The women playfully joked with one another for a few seconds, before Samantha playfully swore. Suddenly I was on the ride of my lipe, as, I’m now sure, Jeanie ran up the stairs to her room with me in her pack.
It was a short time later that the bag was opened, I had a hard time breathing, and Jeannie was looking down at me ‘how are you doing, my little toy?’ asked the dark haired daughter, and suddenly I was flying in the air in a whole different way, trapped in and supported by the sock. She walked me around a bit before untying it, dumping me out into a smooth white curve. I blinked a few times, the bright light was blinding me
“Hey there buddy” said jeanie, waving at me, from the towel rack behind her, I put together that this was a bathroom I looked up and saw the faucet, I was inside of a sink
‘Wait, what are you doing?” I asked stamping my foot on the “floor” as I looked up at her, she laughed again at my heightened voice
“Well, you have sweat all over you, so I figured I’d wash it off before I shove you down my cooch” she laughed hard, before turning on the sink
I was trying to consider the implications of what she had just said when a torrent of water crashed down on top of me, completely covering me and keeping me from moving as the coldness froze my entire body. I was shivering when she turned the sink off, she laughed at me some more before rubbing soap all over my body, her hands felt strong enough to crush every bone in my body. She didn’t, perhaps it would have been better if she did
I groaned before she placed me under it again “Ready for another round with the waterfall, little man?” asked the gleeful young woman
“Wait, no, I’m no-” I began but it was too late, it had already started and was hitting me again, once more oppressing me with its powerful foc e and again shaking me to the bone with its coldness. I felt a complete loss of power at that moment, realizing that I could do absolutely nothing to stop her from treating me like that
“Now, you are clean enough for an insertion” she said with a bright smile as she picked me up again. Used as sex toy, I felt like a literal object. I was, to her, and she was making no effort to frame what we did as anything more than a masturbation session. She opened her computer and put some porn on, before dropping her pants and getting on her bed
“Now, you are going to make me cum, little man, or else things are going to go very badly for you” she said before pulling her pantied further down her thighs and placing my face against her clitoris.
At first I just indignantly held limp, hoping she’d get bored with me. Soon I discovered that she reacted to boredom with torment, squeezing me so hard that I felt like my organs were going to explode out of my mouth...it became apparent that I needed to play along with her demands if I wanted to live.
I shoved my tongue around her clitoral hood and rubbed my face against her engorged clitoris with all the power I could mister, hoping that anything I did would serve to please my new Goddess. She seemed happy enough, moaning loud enough that I heard it over the loud pornagraphic video she was playing on her computer.
Or I was hearing it, at least, until she lowered me some “You like eating pussy, little man? Well this is going to be just like that...except the opposite!” and with that jammed my head into her wet cunt, my shoulders soon following. I was blind and deaf in her meatcave, but my nose and tongue were telling me I was definitely inside of a woman and she was definitely excited, my entire body was pushed in deeper and I could feel the walls closing in around my body
She got me maybe hip deep before she started slowly pulling me out and pushing me back in, my lungs were burning from the smothering she was giving me, soon I couldn't even kick my legs, I could only hang limply and hope she didn’t choose to kill me while I was in there.
Miraculously, she did not, choosing instead to pull me out by the foot and let me hang by it “I love the way you vibrate inside of me, little man. Its like you were designed to be a sex toy” she said, before placing me on her nightstand and continuing to watch the video “I think you’d agree that you do a better job at being a dildo than anything else.
“Shut up” I meekly shot back, Jeanie ignored me, sending a text before looking over her shoulder, breathing in deeply, and blowing on me. The wind from her face wasn’t enough to knock me off the nightstand, but was enough that I fell to my knees and had to really brace myself to stand up, awkwardly looking at her before her mom came up
The door exploded open and a lingerie-clad Milf came out of the violent action“Done with your new toy, for now?”
“Oh yeah, mom. He was a ton of fun. You had a really good idea on how to use that shrink gun. But you can play with him now” she said, and with that the older woman pinched my hair and lifted me up.
Normally I wouldn't think my hair would even stand up to that kind of pressure, but I guess with my new body my scalp and hair were strong enough to support my weight. Not that it was particularly comfortable to be carried that way, in fact my journey down the stairs was exceedingly painful, my head constantly throbbed with pain from the shock each and every one of her steps placed on it.
She went to her bedroom and got snuggled up, before reaching out and placing me down over her feminine feet “I had such a hard time in those big high heeled shoes, little man. I was hoping you could do me a solid and take care of them for me.”
Forced to worship feet wasn’t exactly great, but I was free to at least breath, so I did my best to make her feet feel better. I didn’t even realize how far I had fallen or the extent to which I had become a slave to the whims of my new mistressed, at that particular moment all that mattered was that I wasn’t being tortured.
The session with the feet wasn’t even that terrible, she smelled way better than the old gym sock was, and while it was hard work to do anything to her that she’d feel, she gave me a bit of encouragement whenever I was doing something right. I actually found myself punching and kicking as hard as I could to get her feeling anything.
She turned on ehr TV and I did this for about an hour before she picked me up and placed me in a dollhouse bed, smiling down at me “You were a great toy, little man” she said, and with that it dawned on me that I was just that to her, a toy. Nothing more than a plaything. I realized I had embraced the new identity with nothing but a quick smother and the threat of something more, and now I was reaping the humiliation I sowed by my weakness.
Sleeping was not easy, I was haunted by images of what might be come morning, but Samantha tucked me in so tightly in what wasn’t even a real bed (more q cube of plastic with soft cotton sheets) that I was completely stuck.
It was Jeanie who finally woke me up, laughing at how humiliated and tired I looked “hey there little guy” she said, tearing the sheets off with one hand before picking me up “are you ready for today’s new game?’ she was wearing a nice sexy tube top, and light makeup
“I don’t know” I said, trying to look her in the eye ‘What kind of game are we playing today?” I was hopeful that it may be something that involved less torture, but not exactly confident I’d be getting anything but.
“Oh, a girls’ game” she said, picking me up and bringing me near her bust. She flexed both of her pecs, demonstrating how much she could shake them around, and suddenly they seemed quite scary. They were both bigger than me and could, no doubt, crush me if she chose to use them for that purpose. Once she was sure that she had had that effect on me, she picked me up and placed me inside of her cleavage! Held between breasts, trapped in underwear with no hope of escape, I honestly started to panic.
Jeanie didn’t seem to care, she pushed me in deeper before adjusting her outfit a bit, walking around the house and crushing me some more with each step, she finally seemed to settle on something before walking to the garage and starting the car, getting inside and starting to drive. It was a pretty hard ride but I was managing to breath, at the very least, and her breasts only moved slightly from steering the vehicle.
I moaned out, inside of her bra as she walked through the grocery store. Jenaie was busty and all, and her breasts were pretty firm...but sure someone should have heard my screams for help as she walked through the store. How was nobody able...able to see that i was screaming for help in there!
But she kept me in and kept me tightly constrained, walking from aisle to aisle as I struggled to breathe in my fleshy prison, she occasionally puffed her chest out to crush me against her bra, the fabric holding firm as my body nearly broke against it. This went on for a while, before she finally got mack in the car and looked down at me “This was so much fun!” she said, before leaning down “we are going to have more, though, when we get home” and with that foreboding promise she shoved me back inside.
When we got back home she loaded the fridge and pantry with me still trapped on her now sweaty chest, the musk was filling my nose and the moisture was making it harder and harder to breath, but finally she pulled me out and started playing with me.
First, she went to the dollhouse and pulled out some princess dresses and shoes, showing them off to me. I tried to compliment and question, act enthusiastic enough that she’d talk about them for a bit in the vain hope that she wouldn’t put me in them. Dressed as sissy doll, my feet killing me in the awkward plastic shoes that had never been designed with walking in mind, I felt powerlessness surge through me again.
Things got worse when Samantha got home, she grabbed a male doll from the dollhouse and looked at her daughter, the two played out a wedding, making me admit love to the generic plastic hunk, before laughing at me and picking me up again
“You know, Jeanie, he’s pretty fun at this size, but I could make him smaller” said the mother. Jeanie rubbed her chin for a bit, before running out and returning with a pair of ant farms “small's one of these?” she asked, and Samantha nodded her head, pulling out her shrinking gun. I screamed in terror as the ray hit me and I was suddenly shrunk down to the size of an ant.
“Oh, don’t worry” Samantha said to me, as she pulled an ant from the farm with a pair of pliers, dangling the giant chompers of the beast over me in what was to that point the most terrifying experience of my life “we may bring you back to doll size at some point”
“Maybe” Jeanie added “But also maybe not” she said before placing me in an empty ant farm and staring at me through the glass.

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I was in the weight room the day it happened, looking at stuff more than really lifting it. I’ve never been a super popular guy here at school, but I was sort of trying to get into shape. There were a few girls I was kind of eyeing and while I wasn’t fat or anything, I definitely had a...body that left something to be desired. I'm about 5'10, a white dog with some black stripes and blue eyes, pretty thin. twinkish, even.
The two factors I probably should have taken into account were that it was a Friday and school had been over for two hours. I usually tried to sneak in workouts when I thought the gym would be relatively empty, but I’d never actually tried this time before.
I hadn’t been lifting that much, but I had gotten to around 110 on bench, enough that I was starting to feel proud of my progress, but light-years away from me feeling willing to brag about what I’d done. Maybe by the end of the year I’d be able to show off to Merissa, or any of the other cute girls who seemed to see me as nothing but another girlfriend they could converse with now and then.
I was walking to my locker after some deadlifts and before some cardio, going to grab my fitbit, when that 500 pound, 7’3 (without the horns!) bull on the football team walked in through the door I was walking out of.
I fell right into his sweaty pecs, my sensitive nose caught his musk. It was really awkward and I could feel my cheeks blush with embarrassment, not only at the awkward intimacy of our position but also at the...way I was sort of enjoying it.
I looked up, seeing Asterionn’s handsome face. Not that I’m gay or anything! It’s just...girls always seemed to go for him and he had these deep black eyes. His fur was standard for his breed of bull, pretty much all red with some white on the belly and wrists. His horns were both nearly a foot long and must have weighed at least 10 pounds each, not that he had any trouble swinging around his head on that massive neck.
He was also fucking ripped like only a bull who worked out could be, his arms were both significantly thicker than my legs, thicker than my legs look when my hair is poofed out. His pectorals whent jutting out nearly a foot in front of his spine. His belly had the strength of a fucking behemoth, and his thighs were definitely threatening to break the work-out shorts he had on. No to mention those genitals…(again, not gay! Its just hard to not notice on him)
I felt inadequate facing him, even a bit afraid, so naturally I felt I had to fight back. I choked a bit when I looked up at him and screamed “W-watch where you're going!” he offered small smile to me, he wasn’t taking it remotely seriously! I suffixed my previous statement for emphasis “Faggot!”. A low blow, but I knew his mom had a problem with his sexuality, and I hoped my verbal toughness would make up for the physical difference between us.
Asterionn briefly frowned, then returned to a neutral expression. He took a step beside me and I froze in fear. He took a step behind me, and made a full circle. Then another. He was rubbing his chin “You know” he began “That word you just used was pretty offensive. It’s not a word that I’m really cool with straight guys using on me, you know? His voice was so deep and booming, I was so afraid that I...I was starting to pop a bit of a boner. I crossed my legs and yanked my hips back in an attempt to hide the embarrassing erection, glad at least that I wasn’t engaging in my other response of submissive urination
“Sorry, just...spur of the moment” I began, cursing myself silently for so easily defaulting myself to his judgement. He stood in front of me and looked down, his shoulders and pecs were stretching his shirt as he seemed to be in a state of deep thought. I locked eyes but his stare was too intense, I moved my gaze to the wall beside us.
That was a mistake, now I was looking in a mirror, seeing how ridiculous and nervous I looked next to his proud form. I looked back, staring at his lower body. That bulge...another mistake! I looked up again and he reached down
“I already did a decent bit of cardio on the field, I’d rather be able to get into the weight room and not get called slurs. I guess you need a bit of a lesson” he said, and with that tugged my pants down.
I was stunned, realizing that my unstylish underwear was on display, as well as the erection they tightly wrapped. Looking down I saw I was...leaking precum! Oh great, now he’s going to think I was gay! I looked up to him in hopes of pleading
Asterionn smiled at the sight of me with my pants down “Still in tighty whities?” I was too fearful to respond, but he carried on the conversation, walking around me again, he roughly grabbed my tail with a hand that felt like it could shatter the vertebrae if he gripped just a bit harder, before getting a handful of ass with his other hand. I yelped in pain and surprise as he laughed at me. “You know I don’t usually go for the whole conversion game, but you are a cute white dog with nice blue eyes. I think I’ll make you my toy for a bit, maybe punish you dome, and then you’ll be forgiven. Does that sound fair, Maveryck?”
“No!” I whined, finally finding some degree of courage in my heart “I mean, I just said one word. Can’t you just forgive me for saying it?”
“Howabout this” he said as he cracked his knuckles “be my toy or we get in a fight?’ he smacked my ass hard enough to knock me down, then walked to the weight I’d been deadlifting “135 pounds?” he asked casually, before grabbing it with one hand moving it in a smooth controlled arc until it was an arm’s length above his head. He could probably hospitalize me with a flick of his wrist if he wanted to…
“No, don’t beat me up” I said as I got on all fours, realizing my shorts were still around my ankles, and reaching down to grab them. He was on top of me in a second, his hand went on my waistband and I was hauled up until I was level with his chest.
I yelped loudly, regretting having ever selected these stretchy briefs as they held me up, digging into my balls. I may have legitimately howled as I found my entire weight falling on my gonads, the back of my tighty whities going deep into my ass crack, I looked at him and tried to give him puppy eyes in a request for help.
“Hmm, not enough for you?” he said as he lowered his hand six inches and then sprung it back up, sending me for a wild ride. He repeated the action a few times, each movement causing me immense pain and badly pushing my balls. I grabbed at my crotch, already starting to tear up from his assault.
“I’ll let go of the wedgie” he said with a cruel smile ‘for a kiss” he stared me in the eye, his black gaze was penetrating me deeply. Dammit I thought, knowing I’d never be brave enough to say it out loud  Why does this fag keep insisting that I’m gay? I felt him throw me up again and cried out, tears falling from my blue eyes, and realized I had no choice in the matter.
He pulled me up slowly again and I leaned toward him and lightly picked him on the lips. It was...well, as I said I’m not into boys but it was fine as far as kisses go. He wasn’t going to be my boyfriend any time soon or anything, obviously.
He stopped moving me, but a hand reached up and rubbed my muzzle “I’m not your aunt, Maveryck. Give me a real kiss. That’s the only way you get out of this wedgie”
Great, he wanted me to...too get romantic with him! I’d barely gotten...sensual with any girls, but a guy wanted a real kiss? I sighed as I leaned into him and delivered the most controlled smooch I could with my balls in such peril.
He was more than receptive, his tongue shot out and wrestled with mine, penetrating my lips and digging toward the back of my throat, but at least he was letting me down. When my paws touched the ground he slapped my ass with both hands and started kneading it, before pressing his tongue in even further and pulling me in.
He had an erection, that massive bovine cock was hard across half of my stomach as I awkwardly kissed him, it was so weird and scary that I couldn't help but maintain erection. Well, the feeling of his thigh against my groin didn’t exactly help me get soft in the face of this masculine hunk of literal beef
He broke it, finally. “You kiss pretty well for a straight boy” I felt my cheeks blush ath that...compliment? “Ready for your punishment?”
“But you just gave me…” I said, realizing that he was just playing with me.
I was handled like a literal doll in his massive hands (or should I say action figure? Maybe stuffed animal would be most apt), the bull placed me against a wall “Good” he said, balling his hand into a fist “You also have to take a full force punch. If you flinch from my fist, I am coming at you with the horns”
“What!?” I was indignant as I was terrified, I just got a wedgie and a spanking just to avoid his fists and he’s going to dig them into me anyway. He looked so...big...and masculine as he pulled it back, smiling at me as he shot it forward….Oh god he’s going to kill me! When his hand stopped less than half an inch from the front of my muzzle, I felt something warm streaking down my leg. It was, perhaps, the culmination of my humiliation. My tighty whities had been completely soaked in urine!
I huffed and stomped the ground, by the way he laughed and rustled my already scruffy hair he must have found the gesture adorable, but kept manhandling me despite my obvious problem with how he’d been acting.
I moaned when I was placed over his knee “Now, time for your real punishment. You need to realize it’s not OK to be homophobic like that. Especially for a closeted little fag like yourself” he lightly touched my butt “beside, if you piss yourself like a kid, get punished like one..”
“I wasn’t…” I feebly began “I didn’t mean it in a homophobic way, alright?” I defended myself, but already his hand was on my ass, no doubt getting ready for a cheap shot. I cringed as he tapped it lightly, the fear of pain almost worse than actually getting spanked
“Oh I know, I mean now it’s obvious, you’re as gay as I am!” he said before tearing off my piss-soaked underwear, eliciting a rather undignified scream from yours truly as the fabric snapped against my genitals.
It took a second to find my tongue, but I looked back at him and pleaded “But I’m not-” I was interrupted by a spank, then another, then a third. I don't think he was using his full strength, if he was my hip bones would have collided with my skull, but he was definitely going harder than my parents ever had.  I don’t usually cry, but these insanely powerful strikes were getting to me
“Shit your ass bounces nicely, skinny bitch! If I knew you were such a snack I would have started fucking with this body earlier!” he said before spanking me twice as hard as he’d been doing it, making me yelp like I was a little bitch getting spanked by her daddy.
“So” he said, pressing my chest into his knee “What did we learn today?”
I sobbed and he remained patient for a few seconds before lightly slapping my burning ass. I knew he would run out soon “I learned to watch my step...and not use homophobic slurs! I said, before he smiled and picked me up.
“Good, and, since you messed your boy panties so bad I guess we should take care of that. Come on, little bitch. I’m going to have to get you washed up” he headed for the shower, but first looked at the toilets.
“No!’ I pleaded, already sensing his plan before he pulled me to one and threw me over the bowl. I grabbed it with both hands and tried to keep my head out, but with one finger on the back of my head the vastly physically superior specimen jabbed me deep down inside that bowl.
That sensitive canine nose of ie was going crazy when he dunked me in the toilet, the water was putrid and going into every orifice. I slapped the sides, my groin and face both soaked, having no idea if I was crying or not, and worst of all not being able to breath in his hands...I definitely would have pissed myself again if anything was in me.
He flushed, the water going around my head, I felt humiliation but also relief at the fact that I was at least going to live a bit longer. He pulled me up and smelled my face “Hmm, guess I got you all messy. I suppose I’m just as bad. How about we both hop into the shower and get ourselves clean. You could even wash me up”
“I don’t...want to get in the shower with you” I whined
“Tough” he said as he dragged me to the communal shower, he turned some water on and tore my shirt off (It was an expensive shirt…) before throwing me under. I yelped at the cold and tried to jump out, he caught me by the chest and pushed me back under, before slipping out of his shirt.
I definitely wasn’t aroused when I saw that awesome body lose its clothing. I was just...nervous about what his body’s appearance next to mine said about the type of interaction we were about to have, was all.
He pulled some shampoo from his gym bag and started washing me down “You know, little bitch, while it's totally humiliating that you pissed your pants back there, it was kind of cute how your so helpless and little” he said as he washed down my body “Maybe you could be a decent...boyfriend for me” he said, his hands suddenly grabbed my cock and started rubbing everything past the knot
“B...but I’m not gay” I pleaded, finding myself leaning into the amsturbation he was performing on me
“Fine, then I’ll go straight. You can be my girlfriend” he said, turning me around, he made me face him. His pushed on my shoulders and I was on my knees, his cock was in my face and he slapped me with it “You are going to suck on this”
“No!” I pleaded, but he slapped me again, and then grabbed my hair ‘feel free to use your teeth a bit, I can handle rough” he jammed about 8 inches into me...then 10, then I don’t know how far but I felt seriously stretched. I was gagging on it, and he was thrusting his hips at me.
While I was gagging on his enormous cock, he reached behind me and started groping again, soapy fingers were exploring all around me as I tried my hardest not to gag or get too aroused by the blowjob.
I tried to protest, but soon enough found him fingering deeper...and deeper...and look, I had an anal orgasm, OK? He already humiliated me enough for it, immediately remarking about how much I must looove sucking his cock and “returning the favor” by blowing about a gallon of hot, salty semen down my throat. I almost drowned in the stuff, it was filling up my esophagus and spilling out of my lips by his second jet.
When he finally let me off and threatened me into swallowing it (It was like a fucking meal, holy shit there was a lot) he just smiled and picked me up again “Now, I gotta keep you somewhere safe while i work things out” he said as he walked to a locker. It was on a bench, so the bottom was elevated maybe a foot off the ground, high enough that he was able to kiss me again without leaning too far down. Then he walked away
I was shocked as he left me in there for a second, peaking my head out, he smiled at me with a red thing his hand “Something to remember me by” he said as he balled up the underwear he’d been wearing. I suddenly realized what was going to happen “noo-” I began, but my stupidly open mouth was stuffed with sweaty cloth.
I can’t say how long I was in there, but it was hard time. His musk was so powerful and I couldn’t help but taste and smell him as I banged around the locker impotently trying to find a way out. By impotently I mean ineffectually, I was definitely...capable of erection the entire time I was in there. Just from fear, mind, nothing to do with the disgusting sweaty thing in my mouth or anything like that.
After abit I heard a set of footsteps and a feminine voice. As they got nearer I heard what was clearly Asterionn, and under it the slightest padding of a more quiet set of feet. H god...he didn’t, did he?
“So, the little slut is in there?” and suddenly I realized that was the voice of Merissa. She was going to see me like this! I loudly moaned again
Asterionn came and opened the locker, I spilled out and sure enough Merissa was with him, in full cheer uniform. Just great...
The busty orange cat grabbed my cock “I mean its OK” she shrugged, before grabbing Asterionn’s “But come on, that monster puts you to complete shame. His meatstick is going to make that little pussy of yours very happy, while yours...just mediocre, you know?” she rubbed me just hard enough to keep my trickling, while her paw enthusiastically stroked Asterionn’s repeatedly.
“Now” she started “Let's make you fucking gorgeous” she pulled some lipstick from her purse. I moaned into the sweaty gag in fear of what she’d do. Asterionn snickered at the sigh, grabbed my hair in a tight fist and removed the undies from my mouth. Glad to have those gone, at least
“Wait, Merissa…” I began, but the orange cat quickly started on me “No time for gossip now, slut. Asterionn told me all about you, and I think you’ll make a great girlfriend for the big bull...but my job is to make you beautiful” she quickly applied some eyeshadow after that, and showed me my new face in a mirror
It was so humiliating! Of course, the lingerie was no better, nore were the long fishnet stockings or heels that made me trip every step. Then Asterionn took me out...

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High school had been hard up until recently, and was about to get hard again. I’m kind of lanky and feminine looking and, well...I can’t exactly act very domineering. I get super nervous if someone wants me to take charge of anything and I get scared really easily and I have a few hang-ups about my body.
The day started out normally enough, I suppose. Just another day of senior year with my first girlfriend, Wendy. I was lonely most of my life before I started going out with her. My dick isn’t huge and as I said I’m kind of skinny, my hips kind of flare out in a feminine manner, but more than anything else I just have a set of embarrassing feet. Their all, small and dainty. I was kinda nervous to show them to Wendy the first time, she laughed out loud at the lengths I went to to convince her I should take them off, openly questioning why I’d be so humiliated. I did sort of get hard when she got really in my face about how girly I was being, I hoped that she didn’t notice.
I guess I probably shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of itt, because after that her first reaction upon seeing tem was to hold me down and start tickling them. How’d she hold  me down? Well, you know how I said I’m kind of lanky? I’m pretty weak too, honestly Wendy was a lot stronger than me. She wasn’t an athlete or anything, she had a pretty “soft” look to her, not quite doughey but she had no definition, big breasts, wide hips, and a very womanly face at only 18 years old.
She was honestly one of the hottest girls at school, which made it really surprising when she wanted to date me. She’d point out how big the difference was, in jest, sometimes, but that day it was a bit different. Maybe because she finally found out about my dainty feet, maybe she was just feeling a teensy weensy bit sadistic, but for whatever reasons he started out by reaching behind me and grabbing my butt
“Hey girlfriend” she said dasilly, squeezing my pert bubble but a lot harder than I’d be OK with even if we were in private. I had convinced myself most guys like to get manhandled by women, so while it did embarrass me a bit to get so aroused by the violation of my body, it wasn’t exactly the most humiliating thing in the world at that particular moment. The most humiliating thing in the world would come later.
She pushed me around a bit before finally grabbing me by the shoulders “hey, girlfriend” she really emphasized in a very sassy tone the second time, making a point to solicit an answer out of me “I asked you how you were doing”
I gulped as I looked at her, feeling like this was a trap but being too damned scared to do anything about it “I uhhh, I’m doing OK Wendy” I said. She knew that I was terrified, but she just smiled and nodded, pushing em around a bit, until we reached our destination.
There the two of them were. Each a head taller than me with arms that were thicker than my legs. I didn’t like throwing around the term “real man” but these were two prime examples of real men. Wendy’s presence in my life at that point in time had me, perhaps, a bit more jealous than I normally would be...even if my jealousy often lead to greater arousal
“Hey Kirk! Hey brad!”: she said, running me into two jocks “I found out something pretty neat about my girlfriend Calum the other day” she said before aggressively pushing me into them.
I cringed as I looked at them again, both were so much taller it wasn’t even funny and looked like they could snap me like a twig. It shames me deeply to admit that I got hard almost immediately upon seeing the pair of them
“What’s the deal?” Kirk asked, before walking to Wendy and placing his hand on my girlfriend. I groaned slightly, totally defeated. I couldn’t even bring myself to defend the right to touch my own girlfriend, this guy I barely even knew and definitely didn’t like was handling her...more and more by the second...and I couldn’t do anything to stop him!
“Oh, she  has the most adorable set of sensitive, ticklish feet!” Wendy excitedly walked toward me, my genitals were going crazy from that use of feminine pronouns “Calum, take your shoes off” she commanded
I stood dumbfounded, but she crossed her arms and glared at me. I had zero desire to show my feet to my own girlfriend, but these two alpha males? No way! She kept glaring at me. Slowly but surely I found myself peeling my shoes off of my feet and standing before her barefoot, completely at the mercy of my...girlfriend? I wanted to think of her as my girlfriend at least, even as I feared she had quickly become something else to me.
She took my shoes away and smirked “Hey Calum, why don;t you show how ticklish you are?” she asked. I started to tear up some, the humiliation was getting to me. Dammit I didn’t want to do this in front of people but here I was completely and thoroughly humiliating myself. I turned around to run but one hand from Brad kept me in place. I had no option but to sit down and get tickled.
I looked back and sighed

“You know Calum, after you showed this side of yourself, I don’t think I can be your girlfriend” she said before leaning into Kirk and passionately kissing him, the more masculine male completely dominated the mouth of my girlfriend as I whimpered
Brad put his hand on my shoulder “Don’t worry slut, I’ll keep you company” he said, before I turned back and cringed. He had his way, picking me up and making our faces meet, his lips connected with mine head-to-head and his tongue invaded my mouth. I never wanted to kiss a boy, at least not consciously, but here I was basking in the uter ecstacy of my own violation. The amount of masturbation fantasies I had of that moment is humiliatingly high, but I did often jerk myself off to that memory.
I gasped as Brad pulled me off, and over his shoulder I saw Kirk going to town on Wendy. I gasped at the sight and Brad nuzzled me with his forehead ‘hey...hey babe, you gotta understand...Wendy wants a man. And I want a woman, so we’re both good” he said before all three of them began to laugh.
I felt tears well in my eyes and tried to hide it, but soon enough I was set down by Brad and Wendy broke her embrace with the other bully. She sauntered over to me as my heart repeatedly punched my sternum.
“So, as i was saying” she said as she took a shoe off of me, revealing my feminine and dainty feet “these are absolute switches for the girl, she just loses control of herself” she said before placing her fingers beneath my sole and rubbing wildly, against my will I let out a torrent of laughter that emptied the wind from my body. Both guys seemed to approve.
“Oh shit, everyone needs to see this” Brad said, typing something on his phone. Soon enough, other people started showing up. I tried to hide my face but Wendy wouldn’t let me, and suddenly fresh faces appeared around us in the hall
“Awww, is widdwe baby gonna cwy?” Wendy taunted before continuing to assault my feet. I wanted to deny her but tears started going down my face as she began to laugh as hard as me, as did the crowd.
This went on for a bit, eventually she got bored with me and let Brad take over. I was in front of a much bigger crowd at that point, and again found myself laughing so hard I sobbed as Wendy viciously made out with Kirk.
“We are over, to be clear” she said as he carried her away
Brad patted my head “Don’t worry, now you have me…”
The next major humiliation happened a few weeks later, when I was...Brad’s girlfriend. The fact that I was in a blouse and miniskirt was already humiliating enough, but that wasn’t enough for Brad. Nothing was ever enough for him. On some level, I suppose, it was my fault for being such a desirable and shameless slut when I was around him, but it did make me uncomfortable how he would feel and objectify me.
And he was really feeling me in school that day, his muscular arm was wrapped all around my body, he looked down at me and smiled as he led me around the halls. I had to lean on him for support in the heels he had me wearing, 6” stilettos that brought me up to his height. And what a height it was.
I would like to say that his presence did nothing to arouse me, that i was grossed out by this superior specimen of manhood manhandling me around the halls, but that would be a lie. I enjoyed the outfit he put me in, I enjoyed the feeling of wind on my legs and chest and how I knew people were getting peaks at my body
“Your toes doing OK?” he asked, that handsome and smug smile took over his face again as I whimpered at his insistence. He always knew exactly how to make me feel nervous and turned off but at the same time excited and longing for some action. I tried to avoid response, but that big, muscular, completely superior arm wrapped around me tighter and tighter like an anaconda, and his face started to show some signs of disapproval.
I couldn’t handle disapproval from Brad. He was my boyfriend and...Oh god he was my boyfriend, I was such a little slut wasn;t I? How could I possibly go from my old life as a male to one at the beck and call of this jock? He always used to bully me but now here I was wanting nothing more than to give him anything he wanted as soon as he wanted it
“My toes are doing fine” I said as I looked down at my open-toed heels. No socks, just my bare, feminine feet on display. Wendy had insisted on pink nail polish, so there I was in pink for the whole world to see. I stepped awkwardly to match his stride as he lead me into the classroom.
He grabbed my ass and pushed me in, I tried to take a few steps but fell into a  desk, everyone laughed at me. I looked up, my face caked in makeup as I tried not to cry-I knew that if I did it could smudge the eyeliner Brad loved seeing on me, but controlling my emotions was hard,. I was so expressive and histrionic and...and such a sissy who could never seem to act like a real man at all.
“You really used to date this little slut?” asked Kirk, looking down at me from his high perch. Wendy was right there in his lap, wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. They looked good on her, her body was hugged tightly and she was hot as ever but...but her outfit was less feminine than mine and she was a girl!
“Oh not really hon. You know I gave him a few childlike kisses, but never anything real. Just mooched off of him, mainly, while I made sure he found his true calling as…” she extended her hand toward me and smiled cruelly, her eyes mocked my very soul as she looked deep, deep inside of me “...her”
Was that right? Was I destined to be nothing more than a girly slut, a satisfaction to some alpha male’s fantasy? I turned around in shame, but there I was facing Brandon again
“Give me some sugar” he started, before wrapping his hands around me and digging his fingers into my butt, his lips met mine and forced them open as his tongue invaded my mouth.
Everyone hooted and hollered, the classroom was filled with cheers from people excited at the spectacle of my humiliation. I could hardly blame them for it, no doubt it was very exciting.
I know I was excited, my tiny manhood was pressing him to his thigh as his pressed into my belly, feeling like it was a mile long and thick as a mountain. I found myself pressing into it against my will, unable to act any way but submissive toward this image of manhood.
He pulled away “You know, slut….that was a pretty nice kiss”
“I know” Said Wendy, grinding into the lap of her boyfriend, a real man if I’d ever seen one, who was laughing quiet hard at my predicament as his strong hands grabbed Wendy’s torso and made her grind on him even more deeply “He always was quiet accepting, or at least his mouth was receptive toward anything anybody put inside of it. I guess that’s gonna take him pretty far in life”
“Not just his mouth” Brad pointed out, and once again a round of laughter infected everyone in the area
“No, I suppose not, his ass is as well, I guess you mean?” she looked at me “Hey Calum, is your ass just as accepting as your mouth? Would you put anything somebody wanted to put in there as deep as you could and just let it ride inside of you
I wanted to say no to her “Yes, of course I would” I was tearing up just a bit now “I...I am a sissy slut, my only role in life is to accept what other people want from me, I exist to make other people happy, not the other way around”
There was another uproar of laughter in the room. I wished the teacher was there to calm things down a bit but he wasn’t, it was just me and the other seniors, and all of them were having a lot of fun with me. I wished that I could say I was having anything but fun with them, but in all honesty my heart was racing and my genitals felt like they were about to explode. I only wished that my mind wasn’t telling me how shameful all of this was.
“Hmm, both are very receptive” Said brad as he wrapped his arms around my torso. God no I thought before he scooped me up like I weighed nothing and placed my ass on a desk, leaning in and kissing my neck, his lips and teeth marked me with a hickey before he pulled away.
“Nice job” Kirk complemented, before lifting his own girlfriend into the air. But Wendy didn’t scream like a cowardly girl, she let out a womanly cackle at the fun she was having with her alpha boyfriend, before he placed her back in his lap and began to grind once again “You really know how to handle a bitch”
Brad slapped my ass and smiled at Kirk “well, this bitch is really no trouble to handle at all. She’s incredibly receptive. Not just her mouth and ass by the way, she has a few more receptive parts too”
“Like what?” asked Wendy, knowing the answer. She wanted to build suspense, I could see it in her eyes. I knew her so well and yet... I had absolutely no chance with her at all, she was so far beyond my league it really wasn’t even funny
“Oh, you know, his girly parts” and with that placed a hand on my scalp. It was so humiliating to find any part of my anatomy referred to that way, but the fact that I knew precisely what he meant by that statement made it all the worse.
“But that’s all of him” Wendy countered smugly
“No, I mean the especially girly parts on this bitch” Brad said before placing his other hand on my shoulder. I looked at him and, in a moment of weakness, found myself crying. Everybody thought my cry was very funny
“Wow, does she do that all the time?’ Kirk asked with extreme interest “I eman, shouldn’t a high school senior know not to cry so damned much? Is she on her period or something?”
Wendy laughed, explaining my predicament “No, honey. She’s just so girly that she can’t control her emotional impulses. You know how it is, some girls are just overwhelmed by everything they feel. It’s a pretty major handicap, really. She’ll never be able to live a life that’;s exactly normal. But those girly parts of hers should be able to get her somewhere. Those and her receptiveness to insertions”
“Wh-what” I began, nervously trying not to cry but finding the emotional turmoil spilling out of my mouth like I was a busted pipe “P-part of me is so...g-g-girly?’ I closed my eyes in shame and pressed my knees together, not wanting to be so vulnerable. Why was I such a vulnerable little slut all the fucking time?”
“Oh you know which part” brad said
“We all know which part, you stupid sluit” added Wendy, and with that I found myself pushed over.
Brad grabbed one wedge as Wendy walked up and grabbed my hands “Wow” she said “I forgot you were this fucking weak. I seriously doubt anyone could believe you were male at this point, if nothing else just from how your arms refuse to work”
Brade looked up and smiled, one wedge was removed, and then the next,. Both were thrown at my face and I smelled myself on them, in shock of just how feminine the aroma was
“They...they are not girly!” I desperately lied as my eyes clearly betrayed the fact that i knew the truth, they were an incredibly girly pair of feet that I should have hidden, would have hidden had brad not forced me to show them off, that were very vulnerable to tickling and other forms of torture. I was a helpless slut in his strong arms, and in Wendy’;s weak ones.
I looked up and saw she was barely straining to hold me down. This girl was so much stronger than me despite completely lacking in muscle tone. It was humiliating. “Hey Wendy...why?” I started
“Because yorua s lut whop both deserves and loves what we’re giving you” she said, before squeezing down on my wrists. I yelped loudly and in an incredibly feminine manner at the pressure being applied to my arms
“And it’s pretty fucking funny” Kirk pointed out, adjusting his pants just a bit at the spectacle. And then the tickling began again….
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