Sunday, July 17, 2022

Holding Space - Pt. 8

 


CW: NSFW, sub space, non-verbal, female shrinking, male growth, F/m, M/f, MF/m, M/fm, I mean yeah this is the big old threeway chapter you’ve been waiting for I’m sure


8. 


Jordan let me help her to her feet, and  went to her boyfriend.  She utterly towered over him, though not by as much as I expected.  She probably seemed around nine or ten feet tall to him.  His head reached not quite all the way to the bottoms of her breasts.  

“From the look of things, I take it you’ve had enough of a break?”  The miniature giantess pivoted her hips, bent way down, rested her hand on his thigh.  Just beside his hard little cock.  

Casey nodded slowly.  There was something about his movements that made him look like he was half caught up in a dream.  Like it was taking all his concentration just to process what Jordan was saying.  His jaw hung slack, his eyes were unfocused.  When he spoke, I had to strain to hear him, and his voice had a cracked, wispy quality about it.  “I was worried you forgot about me.”

She took both his hands.  Kissed each one in turn, then planted her lips over his tiny mouth.   “Scott and I didn’t forget you.  Not ever.  Even if we pretended we did, for a while.  And now, if you want, you can participate too.  Would you like that sweetie?  To play with the big people?”

He nodded again, more emphatically this time.

Jordan lowered herself, opened her arms, and Casey willingly let her pick him up.  She cradled him lovingly against her chest.  His chin draped on her shoulder, his legs wrapped around her waist.  He nuzzled her, his hips thrusting gently.  Grinding his needy cock against her tummy.  She carried him toward me – a “giantess” at no more than a third my height, holding her boyfriend who was less than a quarter.  There was an air of ritual about it – halfway between a priest approaching an altar, and a cat bringing her owner a particularly delicious mouse.

“Scott.  Casey and I would like to get you off.  I know this will be hard for you, but I’d like you to sit still for us, and let us handle everything.  It’s partly because we’re pretty delicate at this size, and I don’t want to make you think about being careful.  But also, we both very much want to do this for you.  You don’t have to take care of us.  The only thing you have to do now is enjoy it.  Can you do that for us?”

I started to protest.  But then I sighed, and nodded.  “If that’s what you want.”

Tiny Jordan rolled her eyes, and seemed about to make a retort.  But Casey gave an impatient little moan, and she seemed to think better of it.  She slid a hand under her boyfriend’s ass, and lifted him like an offering onto my lap.

She sat him just beneath my navel, patiently helped him spread his legs on either side of my cock.  Sitting like this, he was only a little taller than the tip of my penis.  Still in a daze, Casey wrapped his legs around me, and used his thigh muscles to pull me toward him.  He kissed me.  Slowly at first, then faster, almost desperately.  Running his hands over me, like a man pulling a lover into a passionate embrace.  He moaned, and the vibration traveled through me like an electric current.  

Jordan was still watching me, hands on her hips, so I forced myself not to move.  Only lay back against the wall, let my spine relax, and groaned with pleasure.   When she seemed satisfied I’d behave, she joined in as well.  One hand stroking the hard ridge of my penis, the other reaching for her boyfriend.  She grasped his cock, too, and pleasured both of us at once.  His, small enough to be lost in her hand.  Mine, longer than her forearm and thicker than her wrist.

They weren’t in any hurry to get me off.  Casey might have pushed me over the edge in his mad desire to touch as much of me as possible, but Jordan used her size to make him ease off.  Putting herself between us, letting the weight of her body limit his movements, until he fell into a gentle, steady rhythm.  If the two of them had made a concerted effort, it wouldn’t have taken more than thirty seconds to get me off.  I’d been on the brink with Jordan at least a half-dozen times, and I’d been incredibly close on the couch earlier with Casey, too.  

But partly it took so long because the two of them spent as much time pleasuring each other as they did me.  It was fascinating to watch, especially from this angle.  Having them so tiny, and close.  Aware I was staring, luxuriating in my attention.  I lay back, breathing deep, absorbing every detail.  How passionately she kissed him, how tightly he clung to her.  The look of need on his face, as his lips closed over her nipple.  The perfect oh of pleasure her lips made, as he began to nibble and suck.  

It was like this before.  That night I’d watched them make out.  The two of them, together on the couch.  While I sat alone in an easy chair.  How lost in each other they’d been.  

I might’ve felt jealous.  Except that they both looked at me, as often as they looked at each other.  Sharing with me that same passion that they had for each other.  Not merely as a giant, or a prop, but as someone they each adored.  I was included. 

It took me a while to notice that Jordan was shrinking herself again.  Bringing herself closer to his size, so she could interact with him as his girlfriend, and not a giantess.  My back crept up the wall, my ankles slid on the floor as I grew.  My whole body growing hot as I started to sweat again.  Casey gave a little coo of delight as my cock swelled bigger in his hands, and wrapped himself tighter around me, letting me grow against his chest.  

Jordan watched this for a moment, smiling.  Then climbed up on my lap.  She hugged him from behind, resting her cheek on his shoulder.  Still bigger than him, but at the rate she was shrinking, it wouldn’t be for much longer.  She seemed relieved, at long last, to not tower over anyone.

“Scott,” she called.  “Could you lay down flat please?”

I did, careful not to spill the two of them.  They repositioned themselves on my thighs, getting on their knees on opposite sides of my penis.  Jordan shrank, and I grew.  Soon the two of them were exactly the same height, and the perfect size to embrace each other, with my erection nestled snugly between their chests.  Their warm little bodies, plushing against my cock, as they hugged, and touched, and kissed each other.  

Casey was thrusting his cock against me.  Jordan had her legs spread, massaging her miniature sex against a particularly large vein.  They were gasping, moaning.  Their tiny hands methodically stroking up and down my shaft.  He ran his fingernails along the extra sensitive part, just beneath the tip along the underside of my penis.  She bent, kissing and licking as precum flowed freely from me, and after a moment he followed her lead.  The two of them were far too small for me to fit in their mouths, but they seemed suddenly determined to try.  She hugged me tighter with her thighs.  He squeezed me with his arms…. 

“You guys,” I husked.  “I’m gonna….”

They both moved faster.   Looking imploringly into my eyes.

I came.  

The force of the first pulse nearly threw them both off me.  I watched as my first spurt of cum rose high into the air, arched, and plummeted back down over the two of them.  Casey moaned.  Jordan laughed.  They kept stroking me, and my orgasm went on, and on.  Soaking both of them both from head to toe.  Even as my climax started to fade, they didn’t slow.  It was too much, far too much, but I didn’t want them to stop.  Gritting my teeth as the sensation overwhelmed me.  They tugged, and teased, and succeeded again and again at making my cock give just one more fitful little pulse, long after I thought I was done.  Each time another little splash of cum would escape, they would celebrate.  And revel in getting as much of it on them as they could.

Eventually, even their best efforts couldn’t keep me going.  My erection slowly deflated, collapsing onto my thigh in exhaustion.  Casey and Jordan did the same.  Lying down together in the soft hair on my tummy.  I noticed that Jordan was quite a bit smaller now – the ratio between them, about her usual 4’11”, compared to Casey’s 6’3”.  Even so, Jordan was the big spoon.

“How am I ever going to get the two of you cleaned up?” I said, after many minutes had passed.  “There’s no way I can make it to the bathroom like this.”

Casey snuggled in tighter against my stomach.  Like a sleeping pet, not wanting to be distrubed.

“The kitchen’s big enough for you,” Jordan said, sleepily.  “Just keep your head low, and watch out for the island.  You can wash us off in the sink.”


It sounded reasonable.  I’d probably need dish soap anyway, as messy as I’d made the two of them.  Yet for the time being, I didn’t want to move.  I lay there, letting the moment linger as long as I could.


“What about you?” Casey said at last.  It was the first time he’d spoken in quite some time.  His voice sounded much closer to normal.


“Me?”


“Yeah.”  He lifted himself up on his elbows, giving me a thoughtful expression.  “No offense, but you’re kinda… sweaty after all that growing.  It’s a good smell in the heat of the moment, but now….”


Jordan nodded, wrinkling her nose.


“Alright, point taken.  Once I’m finished with you two, Jordan can take back some height, and I’ll go take a shower.”


Jordan pursed her lips thoughtfully.  The expression looked extremely dangerous.  “No.  After you’re done with us, we’ll wash you in the sink too.  I’ve got one of those sprayer nozzles.  I’ve always thought it’d make a damn good rain shower.  The only trouble is finding someone small enough.  Now, where oh where could we find someone like that?”


I laughed, nervously.  And couldn’t quite hide my grin. 

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