Neighborly (Chapter 5) (Patreon)

Such encouragement from Kim was again more than sufficient to convince Lou. Defeated in his clumsy hesitation, he at once proceeded to writhe his body in congress with the cozy sway of those gloved fingerpads clinched at his hips. Immediately, that union between his most sensitive region and the succulent pantyhose-snowy wall of the giantess’s foot doubled in resultant euphoria. Lou obediently opened his jaws, kissing and nibbling and tonguing just as passionately against the shifting fabric wall that so glamorously housed the brunette-maned titaness’s sizable foot. Far above, her toes playfully scrunched, causing the edifice of soft arch flesh and its silken covering to accordingly animate. Just as she’d called out, all these elements only made Lou crazier for every tangible delight she’d chosen to give him all across her enchanting ensemble. With a mouthful of hose mid-smooch, and his hard-on nestled among the stretchy rolled-over divots in that stitched terrain, he reached his third climax of this surreal dream-come-true almost as quickly as the last.

But still Kim wasn’t finished with him down here below her powder-blue skirts. No sooner had Lou caught his breath again when she had him secured back between her fingers for another swooping flight pressed against her pantyhose, this time northwards while orbiting the sultry contours of the prodigious neighbor’s leg. Kim stood up silently from her chair, revolving in place and then knelt upon the cushion, all without ever divorcing her all-too-willing captive from that snug nakedly-entwined cradle against her mighty velveteen-smooth limb. Her skirts were hiked up in a windy flourish, exposing none other than her bountiful tush clad in the same frosted fabric. No verbal persuasion was required this time on her part; all she had to do was bob Lou’s fiending little form against the buoyant swell of those dual-hilled hindquarters to make him give in to her just as fervently. From cheek to cheek, she alternately pressed him, shivering and snickering affectionately at the sensation of his wriggling revelry, while continuing to sandwich him between pliant forces of pantyhose-sheathed bum bulk and those dexterous sweetly-satin glove digits. Dizzied and practically drunk on lust for Kim’s every movement, feature, and purpose while she had him in her soft clutches, Lou didn’t last especially long this time, either, before paying another token of his satisfaction. It only got easier with each time.

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            Ten minutes later, Lou was subjugated, face-up with limbs spread, at the center of Kim’s cupped palm once more, in the midst of the profoundest sexual nirvana of his young life. The shame and shock still washed through him in heart-pounding waves of awareness, reminding him vividly of how far from basic human dignity and decorum he’d fallen since resigning himself so completely to the tremendous neighbor’s shrunken orgasm-powered silk-clad body tour. How could he possibly go back to any kind of “normal” for the remainder of the week he was to be babysat by Kim? Screw a week – how could he ever go back to normal for the rest of his days, after this reality-shattering surprise attack of all his wildest fetishistic fantasies come to life? Did he even want to go back to normal? Of course, each time those worries flared back up, they were rapidly quieted again by more low-throated laughter and tender-spirited taunting from Kim, while those magic gloved fingers of hers again so exquisitely smushed his nakedness against yet another fabulously soft and smooth site of gargantuan feminine geometry.

            “Goodness, you really do give yourself over quickly, don’t you, my tiny little plaything?” the neighbor teased in a buttery drawl, as the glove-snuggled forefinger of her opposite hand drew slow circles around the spot where Lou laid in her palm. “Even as irresistible as I knew all this would be for you, I still expected I’d have to talk you into it a little more. After all, you had no way of knowing what I might do with you, once I had you in my hands. But nope! All I had to do was shrink you down so very VERY puny, so precious and powerless and naked as could be, and you folded almost immediately. Sure, I had to remind you that you weren’t fooling anyone by holding back so much at first, but other than that? Not a peep. Not a shout. Not even a wiggle. Well, except when I pumped you right to your happy place about six times in a row, but that’s to be expected.”

            As the skyscraping woman again gave Lou another figurative dressing-down, in a tone dripping with amused flirtation, her glove-garbed digit ceased merely twirling a hairsbreadth away from the little guy in a circle about her palm. Again Kim pushed that satiny peak against her shrunken charge’s head with breathtaking control, but gifted only enough pressure on his fragile form to make him sink deeper against the moldable fabric stretched over her palm like a gingerbread man cut-out into squishy dough. Instinctively Lou kissed, licked, and even gently gnawed at that puffily sublime material tailored so perfectly over her elegant finger while it coyly petted his miniature face. Meanwhile, as that index digit offered itself for a caressing make-out with the three-inch college boy’s face, Kim’s spongy-garbed thumbpad reached a little further south, massaging his chest and stomach until it settled back over his now well-trained loins. Her touch had become so overpoweringly addictive that Lou’s tired yet still-eager member sprang to life again within three lustrous strokes of her hulking thumb.

“Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m not complaining one bit,” Kim cheekily continued. Enraptured, Lou carried on worshipping one humongous gloved finger while another gingerly masturbated him in her upturned palm. “I adore how easily you gave yourself up to me, because it means I was more right about you than I could’ve ever guessed. It also means we could get acquainted all the faster, and all the better. That itty-bitty body, so cute and full of energy, shivering with so much excitement when that even ittier-bittier hard-on of yours gets ready to bust that ittiest-bittiest cum again. Now, now, I’m not trying to hurt your pride. I know how men can be – even one as puny as you. It’s actually not a bad size at all, especially considering the size of you now. It’s just… such a darling thing, that’s all. And so are you. Speaking of which, too, it looks like you just might be raring for another go-round. Now that we’ve gotten to be SUCH good friends, it just wouldn’t be right of me to leave you hanging. Don’t fret, though. I’m sure you could use a quick rest soon. There’d be no sense in wearing you right out, just as soon as we started to have our fun. There’s still plenty of time left for exploring every last nook and cranny of your funny little desires. Maybe even more time than you think. And I certainly intend to explore just as much as is necessary. For now, though… why don’t we just seal this naughty little secret of ours with a kiss?”