The Narrator Shrinks You: Chapter 3 (Patreon)

DISCLAIMER: Sexually explicit content intended for adults. All characters are fictional and written as consenting adults. Situations and scenes are imagined and not to be taken literally. This story reads from a second-person point of view. By acknowledging this message, you consent to playing the role of a shrunken man dominated by an uncaring giantess. The narrator has no family relation to the reader. This story complies with Patreon's Community Guidelines.

Your eyes open to darkness. Your memory is hazy. You feel around blindly. Soft lacy fabric bundles your otherwise nude form. Something isn't right. You're forgetting something. You crawl out of your silken nest only to discover more rolling mounds of fabric. You tumble forward. You need to find an exit from this strange dark room.

You slowly walk forward with your arms stretched out, feeling around in the darkness. Your fingers collide with a wall, a wooden wall. You run your fingertips along the grainy surface only to be met with another wall several paces back. The smell: oak wood and a floral scent, perhaps a hint of feminine perfume. Another wall. You are trapped. You feel around in the black room filled with velvety fabric and crawl until you eventually come to rest in a comfortable position. You lay there and sigh, breathing in through the fine threads. It holds a familiar scent, but you can't quite identify the particular smell.

You roll over and brace, before kicking the wall to no effect. There must be some exit from this strange dark room. Where could you be anyway? Maybe you have been abducted into some human trafficking ring. Or maybe, the police locked you up. But what could you have done? Maybe, you drank too much and caused a scene. So, they threw you into the looney bin. You sit on the pile of folded fabric and rub your head, trying to remember. You hear a deep boom in the far distance, then another. The floorboards underneath you slowly shift. That itch at the back of your brain becomes harder to ignore. What was it you can't remember? What did you forget?

The wooden room shifts around you, and the ceiling is pulled away, illuminating your world with blinding light. Your sleepy eyes look up and are met with a strange heavenly sight, two womanly mountains, each perky and dotted with a cherry-pink nipple. One of those nipples would be larger than your head. Skin fair and unblemished, apart from a few cute freckles and thin tan lines. Shoulders draped in long blonde hair. You finally look into my bright blue eyes, which sparkle with amusement as they peek down at you from over the hills of my bosom. The edges of my pink lips curl upward as I smile at you like a goddess looking down at her peasant.

You have seen my face before. That's when your memories come flooding back in. I am that woman who shot you with that Shrink Gun. You recognize me from your walk in the park, and you recognize my giant tiddies from when they carried you away and nearly smothered you to death. You realize where you are and what those mysterious folds of fabric are. Those are my giant pairs of panties and thongs. And you are trapped in the underwear drawer of the strange giant woman who shrunk you in the park. This can't be possible. You blink the morning blurriness from your eyes, expecting to wake up and find this to all be a dream. But when you open your eyes again, the looming silhouette of my naked torso still stands over you.

I lean closer with my chin resting in my hands on the edge of the drawer, my light blonde hair falling around you as my big blue eyes watch you with curious expectation. I giggle at your little confused expression.

"How was your first night in the panty drawer?" My giant voice asks in an innocently cheerful tone. "I bet you slept so peacefully all snuggled up with my soft panties and thongs. Hey! Maybe you can organize some things for me while you are in there."

My plush pink lips form into an oval shape as I blow warm air onto your nude little body, causing you to tumble backward into one of the cushions of my panties. I giggle innocently as I watch you struggle to regain your bearings. You are just so small and defenseless that I can't help myself from teasing you a little bit.

You squeak in response as my giant manicured fingernail gently taps you, knocking you upside the head and bullying you to the center of the drawer. Your feet catch on the lacy material of my panties as my burly yet thinly formed fingers bundle your little body within the fabric. I wrap the threads of my thin cotton panties around you and package you up like a little burrito. The cool, smooth surface of my blue-manicured fingernail delicately flicks you in your miniature balls. Swaddled in the white cotton of my unworn panties, all you can do is whimper and squirm in my giant, unyielding grasp and breathe in my feminine scent through the thin fibers, fibers thick enough for your nose to detect as I forcefully nuzzle you. Your little limbs become lost in the threads, arms strapped to your body. My panties make a nice little straight jacket for you. It's cute.

I delicately poke your puny erection again, the ridges of my fingertip dwarfing your aroused member. You squirm around like a little worm against my powerful fingers. You are so weak and helpless. My fingers could destroy you right now if they wanted to. But where would be the fun in that? We are only just getting started.

My soft cotton panties hold your limbs wrapped in place as my manicured finger toys with your tiny, exposed manhood. I lift you higher and smother you more thoroughly in my panties. I make sure the silky fabric is wrapped snuggly around your head so that only your mouth is left free for breathing. You look so amusing and sexy in your compromised position, a once big, strong man, now shrunken down and incapacitated by a single pair of my panties, my goddess-like hands holding you in place.

I hold you up and admire my work. Your miniature body is completely wrapped in my thin cotton panties. The only parts of you left uncovered are your mouth, your feet, some of your legs, and of course, your excited little package, which remains aroused and pointed as my giant thumb casually pokes and teases it.

I hold your trapped body closer to my face, observing your miniature mouth as you pant for air. I pucker my lips and delicately lower a strand of my sparkling saliva into your little awaiting mouth, which sputters and coughs with surprise. Don't fight it. You are my Tiny. I must take care of your needs and make sure you are well-hydrated. So, drink my saliva.

My plush lips plant a giant kiss on your little, partially bound face, gently smothering you. I release the peck and smirk at the way your little mouth so desperately gasps for air like a fish out of water. I giggle girlishly at your cute little display, my wandering thumb finding its way to your crotch again.

I hold your blindfolded face close to my big wet mouth as I whisper to you breathily, "Give me what I want, little man. I am going to smother that little mouth of yours until you give me what I want or until you pass out. So, you might as well give in to me."

My tongue teases your miniature lips and explores your tight little mouth. My thumb rubs at your member more earnestly, teasing your sensitive nerve along the ridges of my giant fingertip. Your little legs instinctively wrap around my thumb as you get into a grinding motion. You don't even try to resist me or to hold it in. Your only wish is for my controlling lips to let you breathe freely once more. You writhe in my giant controlling hands as your essence stains the thin cotton panties that bind you.

End of Chapter Notes:

Back to “The Narrator Shrinks You!” I think I will switch up the stories whenever Patreon's automated system flags my posts too much. I'm sorry if that upsets some of you. I want to create good and enjoyable stories, but when I'm continuously being accused of something that I'm not trying to do, it sometimes becomes difficult. Is this a common problem for small-time, fetish creators on this platform? Or is it just me?

New post next week. Thank you for everything! ❤️