The Narrator Shrinks You: Chapter 2 (Patreon)

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My rubbery Flip Flops clop against my heels as I walk down the sidewalk. I breathe in the warm air, enjoying the beautiful summer day. A thin sheen of sweat coats my fair skin. My soft lips part into a mischievous grin as I feel your puny struggles between my breasts.

You can kick and punch all you want, little man. You won't be able to escape my busty bosom. You might've been a big, strong man before, but now, you are far too fragile and weak to escape my giant embrace. I hope my summer sweat isn't becoming too much for you. You are trapped at the central point of my collecting moisture. Try not to drown down there. A single bead of my sweat must seem like a bucketload for you. I giggle at the thought, sending the deep vibrations of my laughter through my chest and into your helplessly trapped form.

I push my breasts together on either side, just to feel your wriggling struggles increase in frequency and desperation before succumbing to my pressure and going limp. The only thing you can do is lie there, sandwiched between my bouncy globes, each of my giant steps jiggling your entire world. Every inch of your tiny naked body is encased in my warm wet skin. You feel like you are trapped in a sauna. You moan and try to crawl forward, slipping around in your limited space. Your little manhood springs to life as it slides across my smooth skin. You can't help yourself, can you? Surrounded in oppressive womanly flesh, your body knows what it wants, even if your pride still resists. Keep resisting. It's cute. You're the size of a bug, yet you still think you can resist my goddess tiddies. Your resilience would almost be admirable if you weren't so pathetically puny.

"Wriggle around all you want, little bug boy," I tease, my giant voice vibrating your fleshy confines like a rolling storm. "I can feel your little prick against my skin. You like this, don't you? You little pervert."

I can feel my nipples harden, and a warmth grows underneath my fluttering sundress. The thrill of catching a new little prey always excites me. You are mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it, so small that I tucked you into my pocket and ran away with you. My sweaty breasts are your mistresses now, and they will keep your naked little body splayed out in place. I feel the raw power and control, and it sends a rush of endorphins through my giant body. Your pathetic struggles within my blouse are turning me on.

Suddenly, your world of smothering breasts opens up into blinding light. Your tired eyes look up from the canyon of my cleavage and into my massive looming face. You witness the underside of my sharply pointed chin, my thin red lips, and my blue eyes, which look down at you and sparkle with amusement. I appear like a goddess, glowing in the summer sun. Maybe you hate me for shooting you with my Shrink Ray. But despite your feelings of resentment, you can't help but look up at me like the superior being I am. I'm just too ginormous and statuesque from your puny perspective. You wonder how such a pretty face could condemn you to such vulnerable and torturous conditions.

My lips softly form into an innocent smile. I don't harbor any guilt or apathetic resentment toward you. I'm only playing with my new little toy. That's all you are now, my shrunken doll boy, my pet. And my bite-sized snack if you annoy me too much. So, you better behave and be a good little boy. You aren't the first tiny guy I've owned.

A few locks of my golden blonde hair dance in the space between us. Maybe if you could grab ahold of one of the strands, then you could hoist yourself free from the giant boobs that firmly sandwich your lower half. But before you can reach for it, my giant hand casts a shadow over you, my thumb and forefinger pinched together in preparation to pluck you up. Your miniature hands battle with my blue-manicured fingernails as the two surfaces clasp around your upper torso, not too rough, but firmly enough to keep you from slipping away as I drag your sweat-soaked body up the slope of my bosom. I hold you close to my sun-kissed face, admiring your helpless little form. I give your body a gentle squeeze between my fingertips, testing your durability and amusing myself with your squeaky and flailing response. You're like a plump little blueberry squished between my fingers. Yet you can't help yourself from being turned on. My blue-painted fingernail gives your pointed manhood a delicate boop.

"It looks like you're all ready for round two, little man," My rolling voice teases you coyly. "And I haven't even gotten you home yet. But I must say: your desperate little squirms are making me so wet right now. Here. Why don't you do some more exploring?"

I giggle mischievously as I lower you back down to my plump cleavage held in a flowery sundress. This time, I open myself fully to you, revealing my mountainous breasts in all their glory, perky with pink nipples, which appear erect and aroused. You are too stunned to move or struggle as my delicate fingertips deposit you within the lacy cave of my pillowy bra cup, the fabric moist from summer sweat. I slowly fit my bra back into place, forcing your naked body to splay helplessly atop my aroused areola, my softly hardening flesh pressing against your throbbing manhood and causing your body to arch against the curve of my nipple.

"Go on, little man. You can rub yourself against me," I encourage teasingly, swaying my breasts back and forth. "You might as well quit your resisting. What do you think you will gain by doing that? Escape? Don't make me laugh. You can forget about your old life as a normal-sized person. You're my Tiny now. So, you better not cause me any trouble, or I will smother your tiny self between my fat boobies. Come on and be a good little man. Ride my hot nipple with that sexy little body of yours."

Your little oxygen-deprived brain is too weak to resist my growled commands as you hump your hips against my tit like a rabid yet adorably sized animal. I blush in the summer sun and bite my lower lip. If I weren't walking down a public sidewalk right now, then you would be done for, little man. I cup my palm against my breast, forcing your sexually enlivened form deeper into my smothering pillow. Your helpless little body can't stand the pressure any longer, spasming under my weight. My giant bosom gently rocks you through your orgasm as the hammock of my bra cup carries you off to an unknown location.

End of Chapter Notes:

Last chance to vote for those who haven't yet! So far, it looks like we will be returning to "Class Pet," but I would also like to continue with this story at some point. "The Narrator Shrinks You" will be an action-oriented story, allowing the reader to explore common tropes and situations of the giantess fetish from a second-person perspective. Thank you for your support and input!