Written by anon
**NSFW** – note: Both characters are engaging in consensual role-play. Everything following is part of that act.
Coins. Artefacts. Untreaded caves. You’ve made a lot of great discoveries throughout your life. But none come close to Anneke; the gorgeous woman, propped up in bed eating the pancakes you prepared for her. Part one of the two-part breakfast you’re preparing for her. Gazing at her bare chest and her lips as she slurps sticky pieces of pancake from her fork, a shiver grips you. Noticing, Anneke cheekily runs her tongue up and down the points of the fork, licking the last of the syrup from their gaps.
“What’s wrong?” she asks innocently.
You breathe out a sigh. “You know damn well what you’re doing.”
“I’m not doing anything,” before she slips the fork into her mouth.
Reaching in, you stroke her cheek lovingly, and then wipe syrup from the corner of her lip. “Enjoy the pancakes. I’ll be back soon with the bacon.”
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere, Charlie.”
Before you can draw away, she grabs your arm and pulls you in. From her bedside drawer she procures a ring, adorned with a glistening blue gemstone, that she slips onto her finger. You feel a heavy tap on your shoulder from said glittering finger
In an instant you’re shrunken, down to three inches tall.
“Anneke-” you pant.
If there’s one discovery that comes anywhere close to the marvel of Anneke, it’s that. A magical gemstone scavenged during one of your expeditions, possessing its wearer with the power to shrink any living being touched with the ring finger.
“Hello? Is someone there? I guess not.” She taunts you with ease.
Anneke shifts the pancakes off her lap and swings her legs out from under the sheets. On instinct you flinch back as her bare feet come down towards you. At this size, each is as large as a small truck. Luckily, they are set down on the carpet beside you. It’s when Anneke stands up, that you can appreciate just how giant she is. A gorgeous skyscraper of a woman. A goddess. Your eyes run up her legs, towards her inner thighs. She stretches, letting out an adorable little yawn. Her gaze then flicks down to you. “Oh! I didn’t see you down there. Silly thing, I could have stepped on you.”
Your heart flutters as warm, sticky hands scoop you off of the carpet. At this size you’re her plaything, her toy, her food. Whatever she wants you to be. Your life is literally in her hands. As she brings you up to her face, you can see your flustered reflection in her large, green eyes. You shiver as warm breath washes over your tiny body.
“Now you’re safe.” A devious smile plays on her lips. “Or are you?”
“W-What are you gonna-”
“Hush,” she gently commands. “I’m thinking. But yes, what should I do with my little Charlie?” Her innocent, contemplative humming only makes it sweeter. “I am still hungry. I wonder what you’d taste like on pancakes…”
Your audible gulp makes her giggle more warm breath on you. Her soft, moist lips inch closer, and then, she eats you up. You slide down her tongue, gasping as her hot breath sizzles against your skin. She sloshes you around, moistening you up. You, a discoverer of lost treasures, just a candy at the mercy of her tongue. Will she swallow? She could so easily kill you with a flick of her tongue, if she so desires. Her tongue lifts- panic shoots through you as Anneke swallows. But only the pancakes slip down her throat, her tongue holding you back.
She spits you back out into her palm. You’re now sticky from head to toe, covered with syrup and warm drool. You catch your breath, your heart racing.
“You taste really delicious,” she purrs.
“I thought- I thought you were going to swallow me!”
“Oh. I was going to, I was really tempted-” she giggles at your yelp, “but then I realized, there’s something else I can do with you.”
“What-”
“You’re awfully chatty for a toy, hmm?” Anneke lays back out on the bed. “Now, make me feel good And make it good. Or maybe, I will eat you.”
You don’t hear her teasing threat- you still can’t believe what she’s just asked of you. You’ve explored much of Anneke’s giant body at this size, but never before ventured this intimately. Offering you a moment to process, she then lowers the hand holding you down, and gently slips you inside of her panties.
Not long after, her sticky, pink walls hug you tight, smothering you with fluids. You choke on the hot air filling her. Unsure of what to do, you begin to squirm gently, like you would if you were in her mouth. Is she liking this? You want to ask, but even if she could hear your voice from inside, the thick air and fluids gag you. It doesn’t bother you: the gagging, the heat, uncomfortable tightness, all numbed by the bliss of arousal.
Before long, your tiny body is pulled from Anneke’s moist confides and set down atop her gently heaving belly. A sheen of liquid clings to your shivering body; mostly hers, but some of yours too. You gasp to fill your lungs with fresh air after having suffocated delightfully inside of her. How delightful that had been. To be reduced to a sex toy, drenched in post-coital fluids. How humiliating!
“How was that?”
“Amazing,” you gasp.
Anneke giggles softly. “I should use you as a toy more often. That was rather pleasant.”
You have only an exalted hmmm to offer. The both of you take a few more moments to rest- interrupted by Anneke’s stomach rumbling. “Your wriggles, they worked up quite an appetite. That I’ll satisfy with you…” Anneke wriggles her toes. “Unless you give me a foot massage.”
On Dit 