Fetish Nature's Giantess Adventures - Unaware Interview of Tiny Slave with Constance

Fetish Nature's Giantess Adventures - Unaware Interview of Tiny Slave with Constance

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Scarlett sat on her plushy turquoise sofa, giddy with excitement. Her gigantic thighs spread open in front of her, forming a perfect nest for her newest tiny slave. She loved playing with them; especially when they were trapped beneath her massive body, unable to do anything but beg for mercy. Today was no different. Scarlett had invited over her friend Constance, who was every bit as huge as she was, to help her "interview" some new recruits for their exclusive giantess club.

Unbeknownst to either of them, however, Scarlett's tiny slave had snuck into Constance's voluminous purse, looking for a chance to serve his mistress in her own unique way. Little did he know that he would end up being used (and perhaps even abused) by both of these gigantic goddesses.

As they chatted away, Scarlett began to feel a warmth spreading between her cheeks. She looked down and realized that her tiny slave was there, staring up at her in awe. "Hey," she grinned, leaning forward slightly so he could see her face. "Want to come up here and play?"

The tiny man, who could barely see her face from where he was, nodded frantically. "Yes, please! I would love that!"

Scarlett sat back up straight, not realizing that she was crushing the life out of him. Never before had he felt so tiny, so insignificant. But he also felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure as he was surrounded by his mistress's warmth and power.

Constance, meanwhile, was oblivious to the interloper beneath Scarlett's massive rump. She was lounging on the couch, her gigantic body taking up every bit of space. As they continued chatting, though, her stomach began to rumble loudly.

"Damn," she grumbled, reaching down to rub her belly. "I'm hungry."

Scarlett giggled. "Why don't you just open up your giantess appetite and eat something?"

Constance grinned, already feeling the immense power coursing through her veins. She leaned forward slightly, her breasts brushing against the coffee table as she did. "You wouldn't mind if I ate something, would you?" she purred, casting a wicked glance at Scarlett.

"Not at all," Scarlett replied, her nose twitching in anticipation. "In fact, I was thinking that after we're done here, we could spend some quality time together exploring our giantess... privileges."

As they continued talking, however, the tiny slave beneath them began to feel a heaviness pressing down on him. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, let alone move. And yet, despite the pain and fear coursing through his body, he couldn't help but feel an intense sense of arousal.

Constance suddenly let out a loud burp, the force of it shaking the couch. "Sorry," she said, wiping her mouth with one massive hand. "I think those chips were a little too salty."

Scarlett nodded in agreement, already reaching down to feel the tiny slave moving beneath her. "Maybe we should give him a little massage," she suggested, rubbing her hand over her stomach. "Help work those chips out of our systems."

And so, they began, their giantess fingers digging into his flesh as they massaged him between their rock-hard abs. The tiny slave whimpered in pain, but only a small part of him was truly aware of the agony he was in. The rest was caught up in the intoxicating mix of fear and arousal that his mistresses' touch evoked within him.

As they continued to play with him, however, something strange began to happen. The tiny slave felt himself slowly beginning to shrink. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, a residual effect of his mistresses' colossal sizes. But then, he realized with horror, their fingers were actually getting farther apart, their palms receding from him at an alarming rate.

By the time he had fully registered what was happening, both Scarlett and Constance were staring down at him in shock. Their mouths hung open as they realized that they had inadvertently crushed their toy beneath their massive forms.

"Oh my god," Constance breathed, looking up at Scarlett. "I think we killed him."

Scarlett shook her head, feeling the weight of her own guilt. "No, we didn't kill him," she replied softly. "But we sure as hell messed him up."

Guilt-ridden, they both pulled their palms away from the tiny slave, watching as he shrank even further beneath them. Finally, with a deep sigh, they both leaned forward, Constance's hand closing around the tiny slave's body while Scarlett's enormous breast pressed down on him.

"Goodbye, little one," Scarlett whispered, her voice trembling. "We hope you enjoyed your time with us."

With that, they both stood up, their massive bodies looming over the tiny, broken man. Constance turned around, her gargantuan ass hanging in the air as she made her way to the bathroom. A moment later, Scarlett felt a loud fart rumble up her guts, and without thinking, she released it into the room.

The tiny slave felt the full force of both goddesses' incredible powers, his body shaking violently as he was flattened by their farts. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he felt himself being dropped into Constance's ass crack. With a sigh of relief, he knew that he had finally been claimed by his mistresses, and that there was no turning back.