The Story of P, Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Chapter 5

P woke up back in his room…his bedroom…in his own house. He looked around twice just to check where he was. Yes, this was his room alright, but what about Kate, Angela, the other giantesses and...Sarah. Had it all been a dream? A nightmare? He quickly scanned himself for broken bones. Nothing.  His body was completely fine. All healed up. Almost like nothing had ever happened. P looked in the mirror; his eyes were a little crossed, but he figured that it might just be a coincidence, an effect of the deep sleep he had just been in. It seemed, for all intents and purposes, that he had returned back to reality, where he was actually under his own control.

P felt an immense sense of relief wash over him, despite his slightly-crossed eyes. All that crazy intensity, all those lunatic sex scenes, that desperate, debauched humiliation he had experienced at the hands of those giant girls...it had all just been a dream. But it wasn't just relief he felt. At the same time, a strange, almost-unwelcome sense of sadness hit him. He tried to ignore it, but couldn't – a part of him was actually SAD to know that his dom-wife Kate wasn't real, that Angela and Bri weren't real...that all those other girls were just figments of his fevered imagination.

He tried to shrug it off in bed, shutting his eyes and giving his head a good shake to clear it. He opened his eyes again and checked his reflection in the mirror....hmmmm...his eyes were still a bit crossed. But if it had all been a dream, then why were they crossed a little like that? Was it all just another weird blip in his imagination?

And just then, when he was about to get out of bed, he heard a voice in his head...and there was no doubt whose it was. It belonged to that gorgeous, voluptuous, sadistic nurse, Sarah:

"Helloooooo little man. Welcome back...to the REAL world. You're probably breathing a HUGE sigh of relief that all of those things were just dreams, huh? Don't delude yourself, sweetie. They weren't dreams. They were real. ALL real. We've been waiting so long, honey...soooooooo long, and finally, I found you."

“Wha...S-Sarah!?” P squeaked out, frantically scanning his bedroom, “Is…is that you!?”

"Mmmmmm yes, of course it's me!” replied the voice, warm and velvety, “I KNEW you'd recognize me. No, no, don't get out of bed, little one – just sit back, take a deeeeeep breath, and relax. This is going to be a lot for you to hear, but rest assured, I know that you can handle it. Because, deep down, I KNOW that you're actually thrilled that everything was real, that ALL of us are real. Because you're a true sub, P. A delicious, delectable little sub for all of us to enjoy. Tell me, tiny man, would you be surprised to hear that Kate, Angela, Bri, the rest of the girls, and I were all Amazon warriors who ruled, centuries and centuries ago, lonnnnng in the distant past, and that YOU were our little lover?"

P had no idea what to think about all this, and he tried to get out of bed, but suddenly, an overpowering, rushing sensation filled his ears and brain, forcing him to sit back down against his pillow. He brought his hands up to his head and held it, trying to get the sound to go away. After a few seconds, he realized that the sound was the sighing rush of feminine laughter...Sarah's laughter...echoing in his head.

"You can't rid yourself of me, little man,” she laughed in mellifluously cheerful tones, “No matter what you tell yourself, or what you do, there's no way to chase me out. Because I'm just as real as you are. So sit back. And listen: Centuries ago, you were our tiny lover. We ALL shared you – Kate, Angela, Bri, myself, all the rest of the girls – we all shared you. Kate was the Amazon Queen, and Angela was her Commander-in-Chief, you understand? I was the Amazon High Priestess, or witch, if you prefer, heheh...and YOU, little cum bug...YOU brought us strength and power as we consumed your delicious semen. With me so far? Or is your little head spinning?"

"But…but wait, I…y-you…we’re all centuries old!? P asked, totally dumbfounded, “And I used to be your lover…?  N-None of this makes any sense…” 

He sensed a power controlling him, even though there was no one in the room.

“It makes sense, sweetie,” came Sarah’s calm, gentle voice, “If your spirit’s been wandering the void.”

“Wandering…the void?” P asked blankly.

"I know this is difficult,” Sarah said sweetly, “But the quickest way is the direct way. Me and Kate and Angela and all the rest – we exist in a parallel dimension, and that, through your sheer submissive lust and desire, you managed to create a bridge that spanned the gap between our dimensions. And since I'm a witch, I was able to latch onto your consciousness and pullllllll you in, giving all of us access to your world. So now, there's no going back, sweetie. The contact has been made. And it's all because, ultimately, YOU wanted it."

Thunder rumbled far away, even though, glancing outside, P saw no clouds in the clear night sky. But then he saw something flash in the distance, in the dark, something like purple lightning, as the rushing tease of Sarah's soft laughter filled his ears once more. Something like dread spread through his body.  The sound of the thunder and Sarah's laughter blended together in his mind, and it seemed that his bedroom walls were shaking. P clutched his bedsheets, trying to hide under them, but nothing he tried could escape the luscious, feminine voice in his head.

"All the women were Amazon warriors, little one," Sarah explained, the teasing laughter still in her voice, even as her tone was mixed with something like sadness, "And we all used you as our little conduit, our tiny, submissive lover. We drank your cum every day, all of us – we sucked it out of your cock with our full, red lips. We squeeeeezed it out of you with our fingers. We lashed it out of you with our tongues. We pummmmped it out of you with our pussies. We gyrated it out of your with our breasts. We bounced it out of you with our giant asses. We shanked it out of you with our big muscles. All day, every day. We TOOK it from you, and drank and ABSORBED your cum into us. You were our little cum beetle, our tiny lover, our precious submissive cum faucet. Until that night, that terrible night, when you were accidentally crushed to BITS while making love with Queen Kate and her Commander-in-Chief, Angela. They literally fucked you into pieces, sweetie."

"Fucked me to pieces…!?" P repeated. Everything Sarah had said before had been crazy enough, but the last bit just shocked him completely. "You mean…like…th-they accidentally…”

“Yesssss,” Sarah breathed in his head.

“A-And…there was nothing left of me?" P finished, strangely excited yet quite frightened. He heard another rushing deluge of sound in his mind, and he retreated further under his covers, terrified of the power of this woman in his head, and yet, at the same time, unquestionably aroused. He registered that the rushing sound was another one of Sarah's teasing throbs of gentle laughter in his mind...but it all sounded so, so REAL. He wanted to check the room, just to see if maybe she was actually THERE, but he was too afraid and remained hidden under his covers.

"You see, little cummer," Sarah's voice continued pleasantly, "The Amazon DNA reacts in a very specific way when it absorbs the cum from mortals...ESPECIALLY if that cum was extracted in a particularly dominant way by the Amazons. And, of course it was. In THE MOST dominant ways. Dozens and dozens and DOZENS of times a day. Sometimes even HUNDREDS. And that cum made us all bigger and stronger, while it made you atrophy and get smaller and weaker, with each pathetic, submissive, surrendering spurt. And all those earthshattering orgasms created a bond between YOU and US....a bond that I was able to access when you…”

“When I d-died…” P whispered. 

“You have NO IDEA how long we've all been waiting for me to make this connection, sweetie,” Sarah said happily, “You were wandering there for years and years…centuries…no doubt experiencing all manner of reflected desires in your dreams, dreams that hearkened back to all the times we shared before.”

“Y-yeah…” nodded P, almost beginning to feel sick with the way his head was spinning.  Oddly, it was all beginning to make sense in a head-over-heels, totally insane kind of way, but that didn’t make the head-spinning any less real.  

“All that needed to endure,” said Sarah gently, “Was your desperate, primal desire to be dominated, and VOILA – I had a shot at finding your spirit in the void…and now…I’ve got you."

P thought that he heard some activity outside, on his front doorstep...the sound of something rustling...the ground shaking slightly....surely he was just imagining it all, right!?

"No…no this can't be,” he muttered to himself out loud, “None of what she’s saying is true.  My mind…it’s playing tricks on me…except…what did I hear outside just now?"

He sat cowering in his bed for a bit longer, until, timidly, he got out and crept towards his front door, finally opening it a crack and peering out into the night.  Everything looked totally dark, and so he couldn’t see a thing.

"I-Is somebody there?" he called out in a shaky voice, "Anyone there?...p-please, I…I’m not quite well.  I think I need to go to the hospital or something…I…I could really use some…h-help…"

The rush of Sarah's soft laughter trickled through P's mind as he opened the door further, and he suddenly found himself staring straight into the powerful, muscled stomachs of two titanic, enormous women. One of them was wearing tight jean shorts and a white crop top, and the other was decked out in a ridiculously sexy black leather get-up that left little of her huge, powerful body to the imagination. Before he even tilted his head up to their faces, past the enormous globes of their breasts, he knew exactly who they were, as his heart took off and started beating away like mad in his chest.

"At last," Kate smiled, tilting her head down to stare at him over her huge breasts, as she flexed her body through her leather in a dominant hands-on-hips pose, "Angela and I thought we were gonna have to wait all night out here..."

"Because, after all..." Angela grinned, undulating her stomach in his face sexily as the two titanesses pulled him in for a hug, "You have to let us in first, little cumdump...but now that you have...there's no escaping us."

"K-Kate! Angela…I mean, M-Mistresses!” choked P, joyful and fearful and aroused simultaneously. He would have stammered on about how crazy all of this was, and how he had no idea about what had happened all those years ago, and that everything he had experienced up to this point had been a kind of mirage of his wandering spirit, but Kate didn’t give him any time for that. She bent down and seized him by the lower leg, her hand going all the way around it, as she and Angela ducked under his door frame (which was 6'8) and took him inside.

"We've waited long enough, little cum bug," Kate said throatily, hoisting P up backward on her shoulder so that his cock was pointed straight at her mouth, "I've been waiting to drink you in real life, and NOW...I finally get to AGAIN!"

The next thing P knew, he felt Kate’s full lips latch around his cock and suck him ALL the way in, deep inside, just as he felt Angela's long finger go straight up his ass.

"W-Wait…hold on!” protested P, “Th-there’s…so much to talk about f-first!!”

All three of them, Sarah, Kate, and Angela, started laughing, with Sarah's disembodied laughter filling P's ears as Kate's laughter was muffled by his cock in her mouth. Angela's soft chuckling was right by his ear, as she started licking and lapping at it, sticking her finger still deeper into his ass, probing around for his prostate.

"Talk?" Angela whispered in his ear, "Talk about WHAT, little cumster? That we've finally connected with you in the real world, and that we're going to DRAIN YOU 24/7, to make up for lost time?”

"B-But this is my real world, r-right!?” P complained, even as his cock sprang to attention in Kate’s mouth because of what they were doing to him, “I-I’m a man, not a…a c-cumster!”

"MMMMMGGRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHH!!" 

The sound of Kate's aggressive deepthroating, all while she held P's hapless body aloft on her shoulder, thundered in his ears. Before he knew it, the crushing reality of his situation hit him: he was being arm-lifted (with one arm!!) by an 8'0-tall muscle amazon, who was totally MANHANDLING him, and effortlessly throating his cock to the balls, mashing her full lips into the soft flesh around the base of his cock...and he came. He came HARD. ROPES. Over and over and OVER. STRAIGHT down Kate's throat. She only moaned and growled harder, shaking her head back and forth as she swallowed up his balls along with his cock, somehow spearing his cock even deeper in her throat as her neck muscles pulled and flexed and undulated against his length, squeezing all the cum out it could.

"Really? A man? And NOT a Cumster?" said Angela in his ear, having found his prostate with her finger and now mercilessly poking and prodding it, "Then why are you moaning and cumming like a little animal, huh? You don't seem like a man to me. Does he, Kate?"

"MrrrrMRRGGHHHH!!" growled Kate hungrily, drinking down his seed. P could suddenly feel Kate's already-huge body expanding around him, even as he felt himself diminish. There could be no doubt – Kate was growing...and he was shrinking!

P was taking huge gulps of air, breathing deep as he tried to recover from his recent shattering orgasm, but then he felt his world completely flipped as Kate spun him rightside up. The very next moment, before he could even begin to register the beauty of her fierce, joyful face....

BOOOOOOOMMMMM

She pushed him straight into his living room wall, pinning him to it with her gigantic boobs, so that his feet were dangling a couple feet off the ground.

"Mmmmm, 9 feet tall and counting, little cum bucket!" laughed Kate. "And that's not even counting my thigh-highs!"

P glanced down to see the shiny black boots that made Kate at LEAST 9'10, probably even taller at this point. Weren't his ceilings only 9 feet tall!? Was Sarah somehow changing reality as the two giantesses grew!?

"Ooooo, Oooooo, I wanna see you titfuck him, Kate!" begged Angela, slithering underneath P and prying his ass cheeks open. "Aaaaaaalalalalala....alalalalalalalalalalaaaaa!!"

P suddenly felt the long, skillful pressure of Angela's tongue around his rectum, rimming it with blinding speed, just as Kate started to jiggle her huge tits against his body, titfucking his entire torso along with his cock.

"Well?" Kate grinned at him. "Nothing to say, little cumster? Have you seen Sarah yet?"

"P-Please stop,” begged P, though feeling more and more aroused at the rough treatment, “I…I won’t survive if you two keep doing this to me…you r-remember what happened last time…uh, Sarah? I’ve been t-talking to her, but I…can’t see her anywhere. I don’t know how she’s talking to me.” 

"Oh what do you meeeeean you won't survive, little size slut?" Sarah teased P in his head, while Kate and Angela grinned at each other. Apparently, they could hear the Amazon witch just like he could. "All you need to do is cum your brains out, all day, every day, so that Queen Kate and Mistress Angela and myself and aaaaaall the rest of the girls can grow bigger and stronger and taller and more beautiful and luscious and VIVACIOUS...all at your expense. Don't even try and pretend this isn't EXACTLY what you want, cum bug. This was the energy your spirit was projecting into the void! That's how I found you! And NOW....it's the REAL thing."

"You tell him, Sarah!" laughed Angela, licking and lapping up P's asshole with her eager tongue, as Kate made him cum for a second time, painting her huge breasts with spurt after spurt of his thick, glistening white cum. P felt Kate's tits growing around him, as her black leather stretched all around her burgeoning form, just as he saw Angela's huge body swelling underneath him, her tongue literally growing into his ass as she speared inside it deeper and deeper.

"Your eyes are already kinda crossed, my little Cum Sub," cooed Kate, staring deep into them, "But in a few minutes, they're going to cross..." and here she very deliberately crossed her eyes at him, in a lewd, shocking, wide-eyed promise of things to come..."a LOT harder."

And suddenly, she pulled him out from between her tits and grabbed hold of his arms, pulling his hands taut above his head. At the same time, Angela had stood up and grabbed him by his ankles, her single hand going all the way around them both.

"Feed him inside you, baby," Kate purred at Angela, "I want to see him disappear...from the feet up!"

With a searingly hot squelch, P felt Angela feeding him feet-first into her hot, hungry pussy. It swallowed up his feet, his ankles, and his legs, going all the way up to his torso. And then, as she stared down at him dominantly, crossing her eyes, Kate said:

"And now.....for the rest of you."

She then proceeded to feed his upper half STRAIGHT into her ravenous snatch.

P's world was suddenly thrust into blackness as the two giantesses started using him as a dildo to fuck themselves in a kind of tug-of-war, forcing him back and forth and back and forth in between them, so that he couldn't get any air.

”AuuuGGHHHHHHHh I'm growing...he's cumming againnnn!!!" thundered Angela, squeezing her pussy all around him.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!" boomed Kate, sucking him up even deeper inside her as the two of them grew around him, their pussies literally drinking up his cum as he spurted and spurted deep inside them.

Never in his life had P ever imagined being fucked by two giantesses like this, let alone being used like a dildo. He hoped that they weren’t going to decide to keep him inside them and fall asleep. 

‘Oh no…’ he thought with a start, ‘Sarah can hear my thoughts…uh, S-Sarah…please don’t tell them all that…please, I beg you."

"Too late!" Sarah chuckled, as P heard Kate and Angela share a knowing laugh...and THEN – 

BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM

The two of them sped up their fucking, until P lost all sense of time, space, direction, and self. He could feel his eyes cross together HARD, and STILL they went on, not stopping, not letting up, even for an instant. Eventually, he passed out, and the two of them lay down on the huge bed together, his body inside them both, and they fell asleep, as the rush of Sarah's soft laughter wisped through the air around them like wind:

"This is just the beginning...just the beginning...because we found you, sweetie – we found you at last."