Anya inside
After playing professional football for five years, Anya decided to leave that career and got a job as a sales consultant in a furniture store.
It was a perfectly ordinary day, not foreshadowing anything special. Anya was watching the store's few customers scurrying back and forth when she suddenly noticed a strange visitor: a tall guy in athletic shorts and white knee-high socks. How odd, thought Anya, but very handsome, such a looker.
Anya looked again at the unusual visitor, who was examining a large soft armchair. The next instant, she looked again, but the armchair was no longer there. In bewilderment
she rubbed her eyes and looked once more. The young man bent over, stunning Anya with his physique and his figure. Mesmerized, unable to look away, she watched as he turned and, as if nothing had happened, began examining a sofa that perfectly matched the just-vanished armchair. Could these be hallucinations, or perhaps just a bad dream? Armchairs, especially ones of such large size, can't just disappear. And as if to refute her thoughts, the sofa completely unexpectedly evaporated. Simply vanished while he was looking at it. Anya couldn't take her eyes off this mysterious man. She headed towards him to figure out what had really happened there.As she approached him, she saw that he was indeed tall, wearing black boots, white knee-high socks, and was even taller than her, and even more handsome than she had thought from a distance.
"Can I help you?" she asked as the guy turned, sensing her approach.
"I'm just looking at what you have," he replied in a low, husky voice, sending shivers down Anya's spine.
"I was watching you"
The stranger looked at her with a smile, as if saying, "I don't doubt you're telling the truth,"
"And I also noticed that the armchair and sofa you were interested in are no longer here. What happened to them?" she asked.
He smiled, opened his shirt pocket slightly, and said, "The thing is, I'm stealing your furniture. They're right here with me. Want to see?" and opened it. Anya was about to object when she spotted miniature copies of the vanished items deep inside. Amazed, unable to tear her eyes away from the strange figurines, Anya heard him ask:
"Want to get a better look?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a device resembling a camera in his pocket, which he pointed directly at her, but she didn't pay it any mind. The next second, she felt dizzy, and it seemed the stranger was looming massively over her. The next instant, he reached incredible sizes; a giant as tall as a high tower towered over her.
She looked ahead at a pair of men's boots, each the size of a small shed, and rather felt than saw the colossal giant stooping over her, and then a strong push knocked her off her feet. The sensation was as if she were back on the football field and had collided with half a dozen female athletes at once. An invisible force pulled her upward, and she spun, hanging in the air. A moment later, the strange force weakened just as suddenly as it had appeared, and she began to fall, screaming in fear.
A few seconds later, beside herself with terror, Anya landed on a huge net of coarse material. Dark walls surrounded her, she looked up and saw the enormous face of the handsome visitor, smiling and looking down at her as if she were in his pocket. And suddenly she realized that this was indeed his pocket, and she, Anya, was standing inside it. Giant hands appeared above her head and zipped the pocket closed. The light went out, Anya stood, afraid to move, and what sounded like thunder rumbled above her head.
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Anya couldn't believe she was actually standing inside a deep pocket with furniture from her own store, and this was happening to her in reality. "It can't be," she thought, "this must just be a dream, but can dreams be this real?" She lost track of time, lying motionless in the dark, thinking about the wizard who had shrunk and stolen her like a toy. He was beautiful, and even in this more than strange situation, she began to get aroused, thinking about his beautiful body she had had the chance to see in her store. Imagining how he would place her on his colossal organ of love and caress her, Anya couldn't help but pleasure herself with her fingers, and for a second imagine what it would be like if she were actually toy-sized and riding a giant phallus. Oh, what an adventure that would be!
Suddenly the pocket opened, frightening Anya considerably, and gigantic fingers, the size of telegraph poles, authoritatively seized her, extinguishing the fire that had arisen in her body thanks to the fantasy that had played out in the dark. She screamed in fear, and the enormous fingers squeezed her body tightly in their commanding embrace. Their owner brought her to his giant smiling mouth.
"DON'T SCREAM, LITTLE ONE, I JUST WANT TO PLAY WITH YOU, MY LITTLE TOY," he said and smiled broadly. "POOR TINY THING!" – he boomed in his thunderous voice, and she screamed, or rather squeaked, and begged him to let her go, – "SORRY, BUT NOW YOU'RE MINE AND ONLY MINE!"
Anya grabbed his immense finger, which held her firmly, and tried with all her might to push it away with her tiny hands. She resisted, screamed helplessly, trying to break free from his huge hand.
"No…. no….. no!"
But he paid no attention, undressing her as if he really were playing with a toy. He found her screams akin to a mosquito's whine, and her attempts to break free extremely amusing, as nothing and no one hindered him from undressing her.
His colossal fingers authoritatively began to remove her blouse, twisting her arms behind her back. With a fingertip the size of a small tree, the giant slid to her skirt and easily tore it off like a piece of wet paper. Although the entire undressing process presented no difficulty to him, the rough and quick movements of the giant fingers painfully twisted Anya's joints; she screamed in horror and pain, but he seemed not to notice. When nothing remained on her, and she lay on his palm humiliated and depressed, he began examining her naked body with interest.
And only now did Anya realize with horror that he had turned her, a successful athlete, into a pitiful toy, whose life depended entirely and completely on his mercy. He squeezed her leg between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it forward. Anya's screams of horror only amused him, making it clear that nothing could stop the torture that had begun.
She felt utterly helpless. Holding her on his palm, he caressed her with his huge fingers and examined every part of her body with the interest of a researcher. At one point, his fingers reached her crotch and began to gently caress her. Anya noticed how carefully and tenderly he was handling her, but nevertheless, she still watched his light and carefree movements with apprehension, which at any moment could cause her serious injury. Gradually, she began to lose the sense of horror that had gripped her a minute ago and started to notice things she hadn't paid attention to before.
The giant's huge hands were warm and soft. Anya looked at his beautiful body, which had captivated her back in the store and now aroused her even more. Anya felt all her fear evaporate somewhere, and the arousal caused by the giant's beautiful body grew immeasurably.
Lying on his palm, completely without clothes, there was no way to hide her body's response to his lustful gaze directed at her swollen nipples. This gaze even frightened Anya at first, but only until she saw his face breaking into a triumphant smile. The smile grew wider and more lustful as he extended his giant finger, touched her breasts, and began to gently stroke them.
The warm roughness of the giant finger caressing her body sent Anya into an erotic ecstasy. And when he brought her to his enormous lips and kissed her, she was beside herself with happiness. The hot and rough, yet sensual, mass of the giant tongue licked her excited tiny body several times, and his mouth, huge and soft, resembling a cave, swallowed her along with half of her lower torso. And again she writhed and squirmed, but this time not from fear, but from indescribable pleasure.
The giant was captivated by her completely unexpected reaction, becoming even more aroused and continuing to kiss and lick her tiny body.
The longer he played with the tiny Lilliputian, the stronger his arousal became. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, walked to the bed, and took off his shorts.
Anya had never seen anything like these fantastic hallucinations even in her dreams. She knew they were exactly that, because what was happening to her couldn't be reality. And she watched, completely mesmerized, as the beautiful giant undressed before her. His colossal-sized phallus, finally freed from the captivity of his shorts, was like a rock. He tossed the shorts onto a chair and, looking at Anya, placed his hands on it, impatiently caressing, squeezing, and lifting them, as if saying: "MMMM, WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY WITH IT, MY SWEET LITTLE LILLIPUTIAN?"
"Oh, my god! Please…. it's amazing! I'll do anything, just let me caress it." — Anya pleaded,
"YOU ARE A VERY OBEDIENT LITTLE GIRL. I THINK I'VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH YOU. AND THEREFORE, WE ARE GOING TO HAVE MAGNIFICENT SEX."
"Sex? Are you in your right mind? You'll kill me, tear me apart in an instant. Please, drop this idea! Please… don't!"
"DON'T PANIC. AFTER ALL, YOU WANTED TO POSSESS IT SO BADLY, DIDN'T YOU?"
And he looked down at her with a languid gaze, brought her to his enormous lips, and began tenderly kissing his tiny captive.
"Mmmm… so good… Mmmm…" — she moaned. Anya was torn between fear and uncontrollable desire. More than ever, she wanted to possess this huge cock and the sexual body of its owner, but fear still hadn't left her; she felt so tiny and helpless before this giant.
When his hand approached her, Anya suddenly understood that the giant had merely been teasing her, offering a choice in a situation where none was implied. He was going to do whatever he wanted with her, regardless of what Anya said or did. After all, to him, she was just a toy, a helpless doll, completely in his power. At any moment, he could easily swallow her. He was going to do whatever he wanted with her, disregarding Anya's desires.
"COME TO ME, LITTLE ONE, TIME TO GET ACQUAINTED WITH SOMEONE" — he said, capturing Anya with his giant fingers and lifting her from the pillow. Anya screamed in fear again. A moment later, she found herself atop his giant organ of love.
Anya felt it pulsating. She began to caress it with her tiny hands. Every touch from her only made it harder. It was so huge for her that she couldn't even wrap her arms around it.
"OOOOO…. MMMMM," — he moaned softly, feeling her touches. Contrary to all expectations, Anya enjoyed being on its peak, feeling it throb, and hearing the giant's lustful moans.
"OOOOO…YES.. MY TINY ONE…. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! IT FEELS SO GOOD… MMMMM……..OOOOO!" He couldn't believe this little tiny Thumbelina could give him such sweet sensations.
And for Anya, the whole world ceased to exist from the moment she found herself on his giant cock. At first, she tried to fight, hitting him with her tiny fists, but soon, realizing the futility of her attempts, she gave up and allowed the gelatinous soft mass to envelop her.
And he felt her microscopic palms caressing his phallus, and her little legs thrashing and kicking him, delivering indescribable pleasure that lasted for quite some time. The pleasure of her enormous master echoed as a wave of delight in her own body.
His nectar of passion again ignited an uncontrollable fire in Anya's body. Now she arched and rubbed, leading him to new horizons of pleasure, no longer from fear, but from passion and a huge desire to give him pleasure again and again. She twisted and writhed, caressed and kissed him, the stony hardness of his member meeting the wet walls of her pussy.
"OOOOO…." — he felt himself in an erotic paradise. He felt a powerful erection approaching and began to caress her with his huge finger, first slowly, then faster and faster.
Anya was in seventh heaven with happiness. Never in her life had she experienced such delight, such pleasure, as that caused by his passion and, undoubtedly, inventiveness. It seemed his whole body pulsed in erotic ecstasy, satisfying all her whims, driving both of them crazy with wild desire.
It was getting hotter. It became harder for Anya to breathe. Suddenly, she was immersed in the life-giving nectar of his erection, experiencing indescribable pleasure.
A few moments later, the trembling stopped and Anya began to come to her senses little by little. What a fantastic finish… what vivid sensations! She was in complete exhaustion after the powerful orgasm she had just experienced, slowly regaining consciousness while he still held her captive.
"MMMM….." — he thundered, feeling her move on the tip of his organ of love, and feeling happiness from the awareness that she was still completely in his power. "OOOO….. YES,"- Anya felt good.
"MMMM…." he moaned again, took her tiny body in his huge hand, brought it to his enormous lips, and began kissing her. She moaned and screamed, writhing like a snake. When he finally calmed down and grew quiet, feeling the pleasant aftertaste of this fantastic sex, he had no doubt in his mind about where Anya would spend not only the coming night, but many subsequent nights of her life. "MMMMM, LITTLE HELPLESS THUMBELINA… REJOICE, YOU HAVE FOUND A NEW HOME."
Anya quickly got used to her new size. She liked being such a tiny Thumbelina in the captivity of a huge giant whom she had come to love, and who seemed to reciprocate her feelings. Every night they repeated this fantastic game, indulging in indescribable pleasures. The giant took care of his captive, carried her in his pocket, and never parted with her.