Well, I'll show you.

Well, I'll show you if I can handle you.

I woke up with an uneasy premonition of something unusual. Although nothing foreshadowed any trouble. At this early hour, it had barely dawned—so the soft light filtering through the sheets calmed me a bit. I stretched in bed and opened my eyes. Gradually, the surrounding reality gained proper sharpness, and I began to make out details. I was lying on some rough fabric, like canvas, which made my whole body ache a little.

Although this fabric was a soft pink color with small flowers all over the surface. It was on this very sheet that I fell asleep today after a wild

night of love with my beloved baby. She was truly delightful, I adored her. But why is there such a huge robe over me and where is she, my happiness? Why isn't she next to me and what is this mountain near me? I sat up and tried to examine the objects that were unclear to me. The mountain was warm to the touch and quite soft. Stepping back a few steps, I tried to figure out what it was. Understanding nothing, I moved away a bit more.

Then it began to dawn on me that in front of me lay a woman of enormous size, lying on her side. She was lying with her back to me, and I could perfectly see her waist transitioning into her butt and legs, bent at the knees—exactly in the pose my baby loved to sleep in, snuggling into me. But why did everything happen this way, what happened and why is she so huge. And then it hit me like lightning. The evening before we had argued, and she said in the heat of the moment:

— If only you were a bit smaller, I'd deal with you, and I'd do such things to you!

Here she smiled dreamily and fell silent.

— Well, what's the matter, I remarked slyly.

— Alright, a friend gave me a spell, I'll go try it out.

With these words, she went to the bathroom. About fifteen minutes later, she returned pleased and happy.

— Well, did it work, I asked?

— Yes, she cooed, for exactly one week you will be my little toy, the size of a finger, and I will do whatever I want with you.

— I adore you, my darling, I whispered, passionately embracing and kissing her.

All this flashed through my memory like a burst of light. Could it really have worked, is such a thing possible? While I was pondering, the woman stirred—I fearfully crouched down and held my breath. Her legs slowly straightened and she began to turn onto her back. I suddenly realized that I would now be crushed by her butt like a little frog, and I dashed with all my might to run where there was free space, namely between her legs. A leg came down behind me with a noise, and I found myself trapped. To the left and right were huge legs, behind me a sheet hung down, and in front of me towered a butt of incredible size.

At the level of my head began the labia, going up somewhere and covered with quite thick vegetation. Curiosity replaced fear—what's it like inside, between my beloved lips, which I adored and licked with my tongue many times. Approaching closely, I peeked into the slit between them and saw a whole cave leading inward, and the cave was filled to the brim with white slime—this was my sperm from that night. Before I could think anything, I suddenly noticed that these lips parted a little and began to descend onto me. My darling had apparently woken up and decided to sit up in bed. In an instant, I found myself in that very cave, tightly gripped by the lips, and, with my head, immersed in sperm. Well, that's it, I only had time to think—either I'll suffocate or drown, and where—in the vagina of my beloved woman.

Fortunately, the sperm began to flow out and, feeling this, my sweetie covered her pussy with her palm and, as I understood, ran to the toilet. Strange, I thought, why didn't she even feel me. Then it dawned on me—she's half-asleep. The vagina turned out to be quite elastic and held me tightly within itself. I often told my girl that she had a pussy like a little girl's, and that with her it was like the first time every time. Now this saved my life. Inside her, everything tensed up and she started to pee—a noisy stream burst out, washing the lips. I didn't see this, but I heard and felt it perfectly with my whole body. Suddenly, the vagina holding me became hard as stone. I tensed, trying not to lose consciousness. Inside, I felt some movement and I began to be pressed with great force.

I knew that my girl poops in the morning, so I prepared for the worst. Either I would be crushed by feces—and it passed near me, pressing me mercilessly, or I would fall into the toilet and die, crushed by the same feces. Although I soon realized that one excludes the other. She didn't poop for long, and I remained alive. Moving to the bidet, she began to wash herself, and that's when I was discovered and extracted from my prison, and by one leg at that. The reaction was an explosion of laughter—she laughed for a long time and couldn't stop.

— It worked, it really worked. Well, now I'll do everything I promised with you, you can be sure.

With these words, she rinsed me and put me in a tall glass.

— Sit, rest, you've already suffered a lot—and you still have serious trials ahead. Hee-hee.

Yes, if things continue like this, then my fate becomes uncertain, will I survive a whole week? Sounds of pouring water came from the bathroom, my baby was taking a shower. Alone and without me—and I loved doing it together so much—yes, what am I talking about? What can I do now with such size?

About half an hour passed before the bathroom door swung open, and a heated girl fluttered into the room, completely naked, with a towel turban on her head. Immediately she threw herself onto the bed, spreading her arms and legs wide. God, what bliss, she cooed. After lying motionless for a few minutes, she raised her head and said:

— Ah, you're still here?

As if I could go anywhere.

— Well then, now you will serve your Mistress and give her complete pleasure.

I was extracted from the glass and generously lubricated with night cream for intimate areas—I had bought it myself quite recently. I was carefully drawn along her neck, an eight was traced around her breasts, lowered down to the navel, from there along the left leg, the right leg, the buttocks, and finally, through the lips back up to the neck.

— Well, did you remember the route—what was there to remember—I came up with it myself, only I did it with my tongue, not with my whole body, like now. Knowing my girl's character, I diligently nodded my head. Even in my normal size, I didn't argue with her much, and now even less so.

— Begin—she sang and languidly rolled her eyes. I began my journey, and crawling—when I tried to stand up, I was slapped quite painfully to her chest with a palm. Caressing such a huge girl was a very difficult task, I used all my limbs to excite every centimeter of her skin. I paid special attention to the nipples, I literally writhed around them like a snake, pressing and stroking them with all my might. I crawled like a carousel around her breasts, occasionally sliding back onto her neck.

My sweet girl quietly moaned and shuddered slightly. When I was convinced that the top was already aroused, I began to gradually descend lower, to the navel and pubis. Along the way, I crawled all over her belly, trying not to fall onto the bed. Slowly, I slid into the thicket near the lips. Here it was a bit easier for me—the hair gave me the opportunity to hold on tightly and not fall. The clitoris was already quite large and pulsated noisily from her heartbeat. The large lips were also engorged and twitched in rhythm. I hugged the clitoris and squeezed it with all my might—and it responded to me, to every touch. It was wonderful, I was delighted with the new sensations, but who cared about that.

I was so carried away that I didn't notice how a hand descended towards me and grabbed me firmly in its grasp. I was squeezed in a palm—my head and arms remained outside.

— Good boy, thank you, but now you'll work a bit as a phallus.

And I flew into the vagina at full speed, which was so wet from the juices of the aroused girl that I heard a loud squelching sound the moment I was pulled out. Imagine that, my baby was fucking herself with me like a vibrator, considering my hand movements, with which I covered myself to avoid damaging anything. At this moment, no one was thinking about me anymore, everything was aimed at achieving ecstasy. I was used to massage the clitoris, rubbed against the lips, moved inside the vagina, and even from time to time my head was used to massage the anal hole in her butt.

First, she swallowed my head, then began to suck in the rest of my torso. Yes, I didn't expect such a turn! The orgasm lasted about two minutes continuously, accompanied by convulsions of the whole body, while the uterus continuously swallowed me until it swallowed me completely. I expected to die from suffocation, but for some reason I had enough air. I was surrounded on all sides by a soft, velvety blanket, covered with pleasant warm mucus. When the convulsions of the orgasm ceased, everything calmed down, and I realized that my girl had fallen asleep. But the most interesting thing began later. I felt as if I was being carried by a warm wave towards the exit from this trap. Slowly but surely, I floated.

There was plenty of lubrication, and I floated leisurely, bathing in it like on a water mattress. After about half an hour, the movement stopped—my feet rested against the ring at the exit of the vagina. I understood that there would be no further passage, at least until my Mistress woke up, and I patiently prepared to wait. Air still came in sufficient quantity, and after all the shocks from what had happened, I fell into an anxious sleep. Today was a day off, and my further fate depended solely on the whims of my baby. I don't know how long we slept, but it was about lunchtime. Strangely, I wasn't hungry. The same couldn't be said about my girl. When she woke up, the first thing she did was stretch sweetly, turned onto her stomach, got on all fours, arched her back, causing me to slide inward, and stood up sharply.

I saw light below, under me, which suddenly turned red. I see, she put on panties, and red ones at that—she wore those when in a sexual mood. She had a friend who was before me and whom she used to scare me with, saying she would go back to him if our love didn't work out. I heard a phone ring, the melody was familiar, from time to time I heard it during our quarrels. I see, to take revenge, so to take revenge, especially since there's nothing to fear, I'm a bug inside her. There was barely any time before the meeting, and she rushed around the room, looking for her things and frantically getting dressed. Finally, she was dressed to the nines—I knew this with my eyes closed—and we went to the date. Her heels were high, her walk—you couldn't take your eyes off it, but I never thought I would travel inside my girl.

The smooth movements of her legs, the swaying of her pelvis—and I never expected that her pussy, in which I was located, moved so smoothly. Apparently, it was the calmest place in the whole body. The cafe where the meeting was scheduled was nearby, and we arrived quite quickly. During the movement, her panties shifted to one side, and again I had a view between her wonderful legs. However, there was danger in this, I could easily fall out of the vagina and fall from a terrible height onto the sidewalk. And if I didn't break, I would be trampled, that was probably my fate. Finding a free table, she sat on a plastic chair with longitudinal slits. For her butt, this was nothing, but her pussy landed right on a slit.

It was easy to imagine what happened next—as soon as she reached for a cup of coffee and tensed her abdominal muscles, the vagina pushed me down. Falling, I managed at the last minute to hook onto the edge of her panties and hung by my arms. I had a lot of strength in my arms, given my build, and I hung quite easily. At that time, her friend approached, she stood up for a kiss, and I was thrown back onto the chair. I couldn't stay on my feet and fell on all fours—exactly in this pose I was when someone sat on me. The lips tightly enveloped me, squeezing me into a small lump. Apparently, my pose didn't quite suit my Mistress, so she, leaning back, lifted her skirt and with a light movement of her finger pushed me inside.

So I found myself inside the vagina again, but now head down. This pose had its pros and cons—I could breathe freely, but I was hanging upside down. The panties were also adjusted, and the sky became red again. They talked for about fifteen minutes, kissed about ten times, I understood this from the standing up, and decided to go to his place. The girl was already aroused, I was again swimming in lubrication. When they got into the car, there were kisses on the go, declarations of love, regrets about rare meetings, and even caresses of my girl's pussy—his fingers penetrated her panties several times, which, in the end, pushed me deep into the vagina. He carried her home in his arms, immediately laying her on the bed in the bedroom. I understood that now they would make love—but what about me? What should I do?

While I was asking myself these questions, my girl's panties flew off, torn in half from the onslaught. Squeezing towards the exit of the vagina, I bumped into a hairy rock—this was his pubis. It moved up and down, rubbing my girl's lips, and their mouths merged in a passionate kiss—I literally swam in her juices. Finally, the barrier disappeared, and I saw light. Quick, outside, before it's too late! But, alas, it was too late! A huge red ball with a slit in the middle and a hole in the center was rapidly approaching—and this was the head of his penis, it was huge. That's all I had time to think—at the speed of an express train, it flew at me and pushed me all the way to the cervix. For a second, easing the pressure, it returned and slammed me into the cervix.

Add to this the abundance of his and her lubrication, mutual movements towards each other, and the elasticity of their genitals. I was caught between a hammer and an anvil. I didn't count how many times I was squeezed and released like a ball, but suddenly the pace and force of the blows sharply increased. The vagina began to convulse, squeezing me until I turned blue, the head of the penis, on the contrary, stopped moving, pressing me with terrible force against the uterus. I understood, my last minute had come—now there would be ejaculation, and I would simply choke. And so it happened, the stream was so strong that it hit my body until my bones cracked, quickly flooding everything around. I was completely immersed in sperm, the air was running out, and I began to choke.

But my convulsions apparently excited the lovers even more, because the pressure on me kept increasing. They seemed to want to penetrate each other. This saved my life. The convulsions of the orgasm transferred to the uterus, and its opening began to open. I was simply pushed there by the two genitals, and miraculously, for the second time in one day, I was again in the uterus and again it was reviving me to life. It became quiet—could they have fallen asleep, indeed they had. The penis slowly began to retreat, pulling out the sperm and me with it. But the calm didn't last long. The vagina shuddered and turned over—my girl ended up on top. Moreover, she ended up sitting on his penis.

This was her favorite cowgirl position, she adored it, especially after she came once or twice—when she was warmed up, but the excitement was already subsiding. In this case, the orgasm came slowly and smoothly. I knew all this and prepared to endure. The aroused vagina was hard and quite wide, so I could have some freedom. In this position, I was at the very bottom, sitting on the subsided, though still quite hard, penis of her friend. The vagina took a horizontal position, apparently she lay on him and they began to kiss again. I felt the result immediately—the penis began to swell and push me deeper. Moaning, my girl began to rotate her pelvis and move from side to side. This led to me being thrown to the right and left and moved along the vagina.

The fact that I was inside led to