THE SHOWERS   Scott Grildrig 05

THE SHOWERS   Scott Grildrig 05

THE SHOWERS

Scott Grildrig

05-Aug-1993

"I wish Carol was back." said Lisa.

"Me too." sighed Debbie, "I hope those creeps haven't caught her trying to get

back here."

"They're all such assholes." said Lisa.

"Tell me about it." Debbie steamed, "I'm at my limit. God, if one of them

touches me again..."

It was another away game for Arkham Tech, and two of the cheerleaders were

complaining about the crude and lewd advances from their juvenile football

players. The team didn't give a shit about winning, just nights out, beer

chugging and groping for girls. Which was just as well because they never won,

slept days, and absorbed beer like sponges. The unasked for petting was a

different problem.

It was friday night but Debbie and Lisa chose to stay together in their guest

dorm room, rather than try to socialize. The boys didn't appreciate it, and

every so often their door would rattle, or something would ping! off their

window. They ignored it. They always ignored it.

Then they heard something they couldn't ignore. Someone was screaming in the

hallway, shouting, yelling, and there was masculine laughter surrounding it.

"It's Carol!" cried Debbie, and she flew to the door, unchained and unlocked it.

Lisa watched apprehensively as she leaned out into the hall. There was some more

shouting, and she dragged Carol into the room, slammed the door shut and locked

it.

Just in time.

The door shivered in its frame, then boomed as it was kicked. Angry threats came

garbled through the heavy wood.

The girls looked at Carol, their fear and humiliation for her mirrored in their

faces. Carol's hair was tousled, her blouse was torn. But she didn't look sad or

frightened, rather she looked angry, and after a moment started swearing

violently.

Lisa stared in shock.

Debbie frowned, "They're waaay outta line this time." she said.

"Yah." said Lisa, "Let's call security..."

"No!" snapped Carol. "No...wait..." she hesitated, uncertain. "There's another

way." she started, "Something my mother showed me once. I've never wanted to use

it." she shivered, her eyes filled with rage, "Not till now."

"What is it?" asked Lisa.

Carol glanced at her with her green eyes, "Something they'll wish they never

saw. Something that'll end all of this." and her eyes glittered, "It might even

be fun..."

The girls crowded around her, and listened...

* * * * * *

It was saturday night after the game.

The team had been thrashed, as usual.

The guys were not in a good mood. Everyone had taken off, including several

members of the team. Nine of them remained, they sulked into the locker room and

headed for the showers.

* * * * * *

A moment or two after the showers were turned on, a curious white steam began to

fog drift across the wet tile. It coiled, shimmered with hints of colors. The

water agitated it, awoke it, and without warning it made its transition from a

floor hugging mist to a room filling cloud.

By the time the nine men had figured out something was wrong, it was too late.

They were blinded by the pervasive vapors. Their voices grew fainter to each

other, as though separated by distance. The driving rain of the showers grew

more powerful, more violent, pitching heavy bucket sized drops on top of them.

The floor grew rougher, grainier under their feet.

The mist cleared as swiftly as it had formed. Nine two inch tall men stared at

each other across what had become a vast tiled plain.

* * * * * *

This was such a bitch.

It felt like a dream. We stared at each other, at the room, at the still running

showers. Everything was so goddam big. We met near the middle of the room.

"What the fuck happened?" yelled Steve.

"It was that mist." said Tom.

"Man, are we in trouble" cried Doug, "What'd'we do now?"

"We gotta get out of here." said Dave.

"Yeah" said Rick, "Get some help."

"Maybe someone will find us." hoped Steve

"I ain't waiting for someone" Dave growled, "I want out now."

The splash guard in the doorway of the shower room was six inches tall, which

was almost exactly three times the height of any of the guys. Still, it was the

only way out of the place, so we clustered at the base of the great tiled wall

and tested out methods to get ourselves out.

The floor was wet, difficult for good footing, so we settled on a sort of

pyramid. With nine men it was enough to get me up to the top, and it was still a

bit of a jump. An easy one, though, and I started to pull himself up with my

arms...

And stopped.

Something was blocking my way.

Or rather, somethings.

Rather familier looking...

Then they wiggled, and I screamed, my head fell back, and my eyes soared up

forever. I screamed again, louder, and tumbled back onto the guys. There was a

great deal of confusion, I couldn't find my voice, then Greg started yelling

too. The others looked up, and froze in terror.

There, framed in the door, were three girls.

Big girls. Giant girls.

Gloriously naked.

Impossibly huge.

Grinning down at us.

"Oh, my god!" wailed Dave, "It's the goddam cheerleaders!"

* * * * * *

Lisa, Debbie, and Carol stared down at the group of tiny men. Each felt

something a little different, none were sure what they were going to do next.

But their presence obviously scared the shit out of the miniature men, and that

was just fine. After a long moment Carol, as usual, took the lead.

"Come on, girls." she said, "Let's join 'em."

Three pair of enormous bare feet padded into the shower room, the tiny men

scattered before them like buckshot. Those feet were more than twenty-five feet

long and ten feet wide, and each guy realized that nothing but stringy paste

would remain if one of the giantesses stepped on him.

The girls turned under the running showers, and wetted their bodies, often

turning to look at their little playmates. They laughed among themselves,

discussing what to do next.

"We need an example." said Carol.

"What do you mean?" asked Lisa.

"She means, our little boys have to learn what we plan to do to them. Are we

still agreed, no prisoners?"

The others nodded.

"Great." laughed Debbie, "I know what I want to do first." And she took a step

towards the tiny men. They screamed and scrambled to escape. One of them, Vince,

fell heavily, then rolled over onto his back, raising one arm to ward off the

image of the grinning giantess looming over him.

Debbie stared down at him over the swell of her enormous breasts, savoring his

terror of her.

"VINCE." she said, "YOU WALKED ALL OVER ME, YOU ASSHOLE. I NEVER LIKED THE WAY

YOU TREATED ME, I STILL HAVE BRUISES. NOW IT'S SEEMS THAT IT'S MY TURN. IT'S

PAYBACK TIME FOR YOU, LITTLE MAN." and she she slowly lifted her right foot.

Vince squealed and held up one arm. Water ran off her long toes and rained on

him as she lowered her foot. Vince stared at her wrinkled sole like a deer

caught in headlights. He never moved as she covered him with her wet barefoot.

He was a little slippery, but she pinned him down, then she stood there, her

eyes closed her left hand straying to play with her breast. She listened to the

screams from beneath her barefoot, mingled with the shouts of the other little

men. The other girls waited, got impatient.

"Come on, Debbie." Carol taunted her, "I dare you."

Debbie smiled sweetly at Carol, placed her hands on her hips, and looked down at

the little face between her big and second toe. "BYE-BYE, VINCE." she laughed.

Then her face turned stern and she pressed down. There was a hideous shriek

followed by a horrible grinding crunching noise. Vince blurted his guts as the

giant foot crushed him. Blood and more guts rayed out from under Debbie's sole.

She bared her teeth and leaned onto her foot, forcing little gobbets of gore to

ooze out the side and up between her toes. Then she dragged her barefoot along

the tile, smearing the pulpy remains in a long arc, which washed away with the

flowing water. When she lifted her foot, it was clean, Vince's liquified remains

went down the drain.

"Well, I guess we don't need to worry about evidence." said

Carol, and the girls giggled wickedly.

"Now it's my turn." said Lisa, and she turned around slowly, looking at each of

the tiny men. She stopped, grinned, "GREG" she said, "YOU HOUNDED ME, PESTERED

ME, REMEMBER THAT PARTY WHERE YOU CLIMED ON ME AND WOULDN'T GET OFF? YOU WERE AS

BAD AS VINCE." she smiled with anticipation. "I WANT TO DO WHAT DEBBIE DID. I

WANT TO FEEL YOU CRUNCH. TAKE A LOOK AT MY BIG FEET. I'M GOING TO CHASE YOU, AND

THEN I'M GOING TO STEP ON YOU." and she started towards him.

Greg screamed and ran.

Which was fine with Lisa, and she followed him, taking long lingering strides

that easily kept up with him. Debbie and Carol watched eagerly, their eyes

shining with excitment. While the other tiny men, cowered in wailing terror,

unable to take their eyes off the cruel game.

She toyed with him.

Her enormous barefeet slapped down, missing him by inches, drenching him in

splashing water. Lisa prodded at him with her toes, made him run faster. When he

started falling, she took to kicking him, harder and harder, knocking him

several feet at a time. Finally, he just lay there, staring up at the colossal

girl standing over him. Lisa fondled her nipples, aroused with her play. She

approached him from the side, set one foot next to the other, so her toes made a

canopy over his tiny body. She grinned at the other girls and slowly pressed

down with her toes, until Greg was snug beneath them. His pathetic little

wrigglings delighted her but she wanted to do what Debbie had done. In one

smooth motion she tensed her legs and lifted herself up onto her toes, which

sank into Greg's body, crushing him like a bug. She bounced a little, then

stepped off of him.

Amazingly he was still twitching.

Lisa looked at him without pity, drew back with her foot and kicked him with all

her strength. His little body took off like a rocket and splatted three feet up

the opposite wall, then fell to the floor with a wet thump. Walking over to it

Lisa ground him into the floor under her barefoot, till nothing remained but a

red puddle that washed down the drain.

Carol looked over the remaining men.

"Well, I guess I'm next." she said, scrutinizing her choices. "JACK. REMEMBER

WHEN YOU DRAGGED ME BEHIND THE BLEACHERS? I CAN STILL FEEL YOUR HAND ON MY ARM.

YOU HURT ME. I THINK YOU SHOULD FEEL MY GRIP." and she stood up slowly. Jack

backed up before her as she loomed closer then panicked and ran, but Carol

swooped down and picked him up. "HMMMMM...KINDA LIGHT." she said, curling her

arm a few times as though he were a little hand weight. She lifted him before

her face. "CAN YOU FEEL MY HAND SQUEEZING YOU, JACK?" Obviously he could because

he was struggling with renewed urgency, he might as well as been trying to stave

off an avalanche. Carol's fingers slowly constricted around his body, his breath

was crushed out of his lungs, and still she tightened. "GEE, JACK, I'M HARDLY

PUTTING ANY PRESSURE ON YOU AT ALL, BUT IT SEEMS TO BE GIVING YOU TROUBLE." and

she laughed. "GET READY JACK, I'M GONNA PUT SOME MUSCLE INTO IT." and her

fingers closed around his tiny body like a vice. Jack writhed in her cruel grip,

his face turning red, then purple. Carol licked her lips revealing in her power

over then tiny men. She clenched her teeth, and let her strength flow into her

hand.

With a delightful snap Jack collapsed in her hand like a raw egg. His head

spasmed and he spewed out his inards. Her fingers grew white at the knuckles as

she squeezed him till his bones stopped crunching and his guts began to ooze

through her fingers. Opening her hand she let his crushed body fall to the tiled

floor, then ground him into paste under her bare toes.

"That felt good." she said huskily, rinsing her hand off under one of the

showers. "I want more." and she took a step towards the little men. They

scattered and she laughed, then bent down and grabbed another little man.

"PETE." she said, "YOU'RE THE JERK WHO LIKES TO GOOSE GIRLS. WELL, GUESS WHAT?

MY BIG BEAUTIFUL ASS IS ALL YOURS." and sitting down on the wet tile she slid

him under her right buttock and slowly pressed down on him. "HMMMMMM..." she

said, looking at the other tiny men, "I LIKE BEING ON TOP. BUT PETE SEEMS TO BE

HAVING SOME DIFFICULTY. I GUESS I'M TOO HEAVY FOR HIM. HMMMMM. HE'S SQUIRMING,

HE'S....OOPS", she giggled, and there was a noiseome crunch. "OOOOOOOOOHHH...HE'S

TURNED KINDA CREAMY AND SQUISHY." and she wriggled her ass, "HE SHOULD BE MORE

CAREFUL ABOUT PLAYING WITH A BIG GIRL, LIKE ME."

"Hey, Carol, enough." said Lisa.

"Yah, save a few for us." laughed Debbie.

"So, what do you want to do with them?" asked Carol.

"Squish 'em." said Lisa.

"Stomp on them." said Debbie.

"We've already done that." said Carol.

The girls pondered a moment.

"I have an idea." said Lisa. And she rose to her feet. "Where's Doug?" she

scanned the tiny men, smiled, stepped foward and cornered one of them. Lifting

him by one leg she watched his struggles with amusement. "Doug, here is an

incurable tit man." she said, "He sneaks grabs from passing girls. Got me more

than once." she laid him lengthwise in her valley-like cleaveage. Then cupping

her breasts in her hands, pressed them together. "I DUNNO DOUG, I'VE TIT-FUCKED

DICKS BIGGER THAN YOU." he wailed and thrashed, "OH, GO AHEAD AND SCREAM." said

Lisa, "IT MAKES ME HOT." she began grinding her tits together, pinching her

nipples. "HMMMMM. I CAN FEEL YOU SQUIRMING. CAN YOU FEEL IT WHEN I SQUEEZE

REEEAL HARD? DOUG? OH DEAR, ARE YOU BEING CRUSHED? TCH, TCH, DIDN'T YOU LISTEN

TO CAROL? YOU HAVE TO BE CAREFUL AROUND US BIG GIRLS. WE LIKE TO MAKE OUR LITTLE

MEN GO SQUISH." and on the last word she increased the pressure until the Doug

squealed and was crunched between her breasts, then she smeared his pulpy

remains over her chest, rubbing her nipples. She washed off, and Doug went down

the drain.

Turning she put her hands on her hips and smiled, "Now what? I've had my

revenge, I want to play."

"Let's do something together." said Carol.

"Yah" said Lisa, "I like that. What should we do?"

"I know." said Debbie with an evil grin.

"What?" said Carol, then she laughed gaily, "Ooooh, yah."

"What?" asked Lisa, "Do what?"

"Fuck 'em." said Debbie, "Fuck 'em whole."

* * * * * *

Dave, Tom and Steve were selected from the remaining four.

"DON'T WORRY, RICK." Lisa giggled, "WE'LL GET TO YOU."

The three girls sat down, legs spread wide, making at fence around their tiny

sextoys. The girls dared each other with their eyes, dared each other to do

something. Debbie started the fun, kneading her tits, fondling her body, then

she started masturbating. Carol and Lisa watched, then joined her. The three

tiny men watched in terror as the gigantic girls stoked the fires of their lust,

cast every last inhibition aside. The girls finger-fucked with growing abandon,

teased themselves with orgasms. Then Debbie stopped, gasping.

"OH GOD," she panted, "I GOTTA FUCK SOMETHING." and reaching forward she roughly

grabbed Dave with her gigantic hand.

"I'M GONNA ENJOY YOU." she snarled, and stuffed him between her wet thighs,

smeared him up and down her wet vulva until he was slippery with her juices. His

howls of fear filled her with a sense of power. Without mercy, she savagely

crammed his miniscule head into her cunt, worked him in passed his shoulders and

up to his hips. She let him go, and watched him wriggle for a moment, his legs

fluttering wildly between the lips of her labia, then placing a finger between

his legs, and with a single thrust, buried him deep within her gorgeous body.

When she removed her finger, she licked it clean and smiled, then shivered.

"WHOA, THIS IS NICE."

Carol was more deliberate.

She inserted Tom feet first into her vagina, working him in and out until he was

lathered in her cream. Then she pressed him in up to his waist and laid back on

the floor. Flattening her back and shifting her pelvis, she spread her legs so

Debbie and Lisa could see Tom.

He stood, alone, in the lush forest of her black pubic hairs, screaming and

struggling, hopelessly trapped in her moist powerful grip. Her eyes closed, her

the tip of her tongue pressed against her upper lip, Carol spread her legs a

little and moaned. Between her legs, Tom rose a little, then sank to his chest.

Carol waited a moment, tensed, and drew him in a little further. Tom's wild

writhings were pleasurable, but distracting, and she took a moment to squeeze

him tightly. His struggles grew a little weaker and Carol exercised her vagina,

and sucked Tom in up to his chin. Her labia pressed in around him, he couldn't

move his arms without a terrible effort. The flow of Carol's love juices welled

up around his neck and mouth and threatened to drown him. Debbie and Lisa

watched hungrily as Carol moaned, raised her pelvis, and drew Tom fully into her

vagina. Her vulva closed over him, smothering his last faint cries, and hiding

him from view as she sucked him in deeper and deeper.

The girls sighed.

Lisa looked down at Steve...

* * * * * *

I watched as Dave was plunged screaming into Debbie's colossal pussy, then a

moment later Carol slowly engulfed Tom whole with her equally enormous cunt.

Both girls moaned and squirmed in obvious pleasure. After a while they settled

down and leered evilly at me, then looked at Lisa expectantly.

I stood between Lisa's colossal thighs and stared up at her. She dwarfed me as

though I were a mouse. Her awsome presence was inescapable, frightening. I was

aroused by her naked beauty, but daunted by her colossal size. She smiled down

at me possessively and I shuddered. I was a pet to her, a toy for her amusement,

to be used and discarded at a whim.

And there was worse.

There was anger. I remembered how she had screamed when I fondled her, how

helpless she had been under my power. I hung my head in impotent rage and fear.

"STEVE."

I looked up at her.

"LOOK AT MY PUSSY, STEVE."

I looked. How could I help it? There in the junction between her enormous tanned

legs was a gargantuan patch of lush blonde hair. She spread herself with her

fingers, and exposed her wet pinkness to me. The size of her cunt made me

tremble, it was so goddam big. The folds in her vulva, wrinkled and glistening

with her excitement were larger than my entire body. That part of her clitoris

that peeked out was the size of a beachball, she stroked it with her fingers,

smearing it with her cum. And nestled deep between her inner lips was her

colossal vagina, and I sweated in fear, I knew what was coming next, and I

started backing away.

Something blocked me. I looked up, it was her finger, pressed against my back. I

looked up at her face and blanched, she was staring at down me with unabashed

lust.

"GEE, STEVE. YOU WANTED TO FUCK ME, ONCE. YOU WERE REAL INSISTANT" she giggled,

"NOW, I WANT TO FUCK YOU." she bared her teeth, "ALL OF YOU, STEVE. YOU KNOW,

THEY SAY A WOMAN CAN'T RAPE A MAN. WELL, I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU DO THIS. I'M GONNA

RAPE YOUR WHOLE FUCKING BODY WITH MY GIANT PUSSY. I'M GONNA EAT YOU ALIVE." and

she began pushing me towards her drooling cunt.

I yelled and pushed back against her finger. It was like trying to stop a train.

My feet slipped on the wet tile. I twisted, tried to drop, but she caught me and

kept pushing me, closer and closer.

I looked up and screamed.

The expression on her face, it was half rage, half lust, it was terrible and

beautiful. I raised my arms and tried to fend off her huge vulva. She grinned

and slowly increased the pressure upon my back. I bent my knees, lifted my feet,

my soles slipped uncontrollably on her glistening labia. She absorbed my terror,

delighted in it, the pressured increased. My left hand slipped off her nether

lip and plunged inside striking her vagina. I heard her laugh.

"I LOVE IT WHEN YOU STRUGGLE, STEVE." she pressed harder and my other hand

slipped inside, I tilted my head back and bucked wildly. The odor of her aroused

cunt was mindnumbing.

"HMMMMMMM...FIGHT ME, STEVE." she giggled, "FIGHT WITH EVERY THING YOU'VE GOT.

YOU'RE SOOOOOO HELPLESS.....JUST A MEASIALLY TOY FOR MY CUNT TO PLAY WITH.

AAAAAHHH...I WANT YOU INSIDE OF ME. NOW. GOODBYE STEVE."

All my struggles became nothing. She stuffed me into her vagina with

contemptuous ease. Her finger did the rest. Thrusting me swiftly and deeply into

the wet/hot/tight depths of her giant body. I twisted around, grabbed

desparately for her huge finger. The pressure increased as she shoved me further

in. I felt her cervix under my feet.

I clung to her fingernail.

When she began to withdraw it I moved also. She stopped, tried again, and I slid

forward a little further. Far, far away I heard muffled conversation, mingled in

the gurglings of her body, the omnipresence of her heartbeat. Suddenly the

chamber around me constricted, gripping me tightly. I screamed and writhed like

a fish, but her finger slipped away from me. I wasn't strong enough to hold onto

it.

I was alone, trapped.

After it was gone, the pressured lessened, but the darkness, the heat, the thick

pungent juice remained, and the weight of her body was everywhwere. I struggled

for air, fought back the flowing cream and the smothering flesh of her vagina

with my hands, to no avail.

I was in there for a long while.

I noticed when she stood up, because all my blood raced to my head. I think she

was dancing, because I felt a rising and a falling sensation, and a motion from

side to side. I heard muffled voices and laughter. Every so often she squeezed

me with her vagina until I writhed.

Then she laid down again.

She was obviously agitated, her cunt violently spasmed and constricted around

me. The gushing juices began to flood her vagina. During the whole awful ordeal

her cunt occasionally relaxed and I frantically tried to wriggle forward. I made

no real progress, but I did notice something.

During her great spasms her vagina would dialate, just a little. There were

brief glimpses of light, swift draughts of air that did not smell like Lisa.

Then I saw it.

The tongue.

Groping into Lisa's cunt. I shrieked as much for the terror of the thing as for

the knowledge of what was coming. Nor was I wrong. I could hear her heartbeat

quickening, Lisa was writhing herself under the ministrations of that mouth. Her

cunt rippled and tightened with increasing power. There was a tremendous rush of

thick cloying cream, I swallowed it, breathed it, drowned in it.

Almost.

With hideous finality I felt her cunt flutter and spasm, then tighten like a

mighty vice. No playful squeeze this time, but the inexonerable pressure of a

giant woman's orgasmic convulsion. I tried weakly to fight against it, but

Lisa's mighty cunt disdainfuly brushed aside my puny strength, crushed me

tighter and tighter in mounting delight. My pathetic wrigglings ceased entirely

in that fatal grip, the pressure became an all encompassing pain. Bright lights

flashed in my head. Her cream spewed out of my mouth, then something saltier,

warmer. I gurgled, strangled, but there was to be no mercy from Lisa's vagina.

She let her pussy have its way with me.

Blackness taunted me...

I heard her lust filled shout of pleasure...

I...I...

*ker-RUNCH*

* * * * * *

Lisa ruthlessly pressed the tiny man between the folds of her vulva with her

forefinger. His little wails of fear were muffled then silenced as she plunged

him deeper and deeper. All the way to the knuckle. Then she tried to pull her

finger out. Frowned, and tried again.

"What's wrong." asked Carol.

"He's holding onto my finger." Lisa complained.

"So, you're bigger, hold him with your cunt."

Lisa closed her eyes, her muscles tensed, she smiled and slowly pulled her

finger out. "Mmmmmmmmm." she said, "He's squirming."

"So's mine." said Debbie.

"Wait...wait...ahhhhhhh.....mine too." sighed Carol.

The girls lay on their backs, warm water splashing around them and practised

their keigles on their little men.

After a while Debbie got up, staggering a little drunkenly into the locker room.

She returned a moment later with a small radio, set it on the floor and cranked

up the music.

"I gotta dance." she explained. "I never rocked with a guy like this before.

God, I feel like I'm gonna cum any second."

Lisa and Carol were delighted with the whole idea, and they rose up and began to

sway to the music.

They danced.

"COME ON RICK, JOIN US." laughed Lisa and she kicked him into the middle of the

floor. The girls surrounded him, towered over him like skyscrapers, he cowered

as their barefeet shuffled and stepped around him. The girls gyrated, bumped

hips. Water splashed under their barefeet. Their breasts wobbled and jiggled,

they danced for Rick, they danced for each other.

The sight of the last terrified little man.

The music.

The bodies helplessly squirming within them.

The dancing became more deliberate, more intense. There was more touching. The

girls rubbed their watersoaked breasts together, began to fondle each other.

Suddenly they were on the floor.

Carol straddled Lisa's face. Debbie lay between Lisa's legs and started licking

her cunt. The two girls were moaning and writhing, nearing their orgasms. Debbie

paused long enough to grab Rick, just feeling him squirming in her hand, along

with Dave trapped within her cunt was driving her crazy. All three girls were

straining towards release. Carol was first she screamed with pleasure, her hands

squeezing and rubbing her breasts, her vagina spasmed and broke Tom. Lisa was

next, her eyes opened wide as she felt the building resistence Tom's writhing

body gave her cunt, then she groaned in extasy as she felt her vagina squeeze

and crush him without mercy. Debbie was last, she sat back on her heels, driven

to distraction by Dave's futil thrashings. She kissed Rick, battered him with

her tongue, then whispered.

"RICK, I'M GONNA CUM. FEEL ME CRUSH DAVE."

And she lowered him between her legs, pressed him against her vulva. She

groaned, her body twitched, Dave was ground to pulp in her orgasm. Rick almost

thought he heard the crunch. He looked up, Debbie was looking down with a

orgasmic twinkle in her eye.

"HMMMMMMM...THAT WAS NICE." she murmured. And she idly rubbed Rick over her

vulva while she rode the lee side of her pleasure.

Carol and Lisa were also coming down from their orgasms. Lisa was completely

relaxed. Carol was fingering herself, after a while she pulled Tom out. Debbie

ejected Dave with no effort. Lisa had trouble, so they forced Rick to go in

after Steve's mangled remains, while Debbie held onto his feet.

They looked at the ground up remains of their little sextoys.

"They sure are fragile." said Lisa.

"Yah" said Carol, "I want to do it again."

"Me too." said Debbie. "Right now."

Lisa washed the remains down the drain. "You two work it out." she said, "I need

a rest."

Carol and Debbie looked at Rick, still cowering in Debbie's fist...

* * * * * *

"Damn" complained Debbie, "Only one little man left." she looked Rick up and

down with disdain, then smiled at Carol, "I guess we'll have to share."

"Wait" Carol laughed, "Let me go to my purse." she returned with a little white

bottle. Taking Rick from Debbie, and holding him in her hand she sprinkled him

with a infinitessimal amount of the stuff. He suddenly grew, expanding from a

mere two inches to a much more manageable eight inches.

He screamed and struggled with increased strength, but Carol was not impressed

and sitting on the tiled floor, spread her legs wide and effortessly thrust his

legs into her cunt, pressing him in up to his waist, then she laid down. Lisa

giggled and helped, holding the screaming, struggling little man, pinning his

arms to his sides while Debbie lowered herself onto him, engulfing his head

shoulders and chest in her own seemingly bottomless pussy. The two girls looked

into each other's eyes.

"He's pretty wild." said Carol.

"Yah" said Debbie and she closed her eyes and "oooooooo'ed".

First they started easy, gently humping each other. Lisa helped keep Rick from

sliding too far one way or the other. Then Debbie and Carol stopped.

"What's wrong?" asked Lisa.

"He stopped squirming." complained Debbie.

"Did he..." said Lisa, "wait a second." and she reached between the two girls

crotches, she fumbled about with her fingers, then grined maliciously.

Suddenly Debbie started moaning, then Carol.

"Oh God." gasped Debbie, "What'd you do to him?"

"I crushed his cock and balls. Is he moving now?"

"Oh....Oh....Oh"

Both girls moaned with pleasure as Rick's body writhed helplessly within the

merciless grips of their vaginas. They began to hump each other again, and grind

their cunts together. Occasional glimpses of Rick showed as they fucked him and

each other with greater and wilder abandon.

Lisa watched breathlessly.

"Ohhhhhh...." moaned Debbie, "I'm gonna cum all over this little bastard."

"Wait....wait..." Carol panted, "Together...make him... make him squish." and

they moved harder, faster. Suddenly both girls began wailing, Lisa heard obscene

crunching noises between Debbie and Carol's legs. One of Rick'a arms was poking

out, and it twitched and spasmed as the giant girls crushed him in their shared

orgasm. Debbie and Carol kept up the furious tempo, their cunts wrapped like

fists around Rick's broken body. After a long while they settled down. Then they

began to tug, playfully fighting over him. Suddenly he slipped out of Debbie's

cunt and Carol laughed, he was still twitching a little, but Debbie drove

forward again and mashed Rick between their clits. The aweful warm mess felt so

good that they once more increased the tempo, smashing and crushing the ruined

little man until they climaxed again.

Lisa reached forward and picked up the twisted broken thing that had been a tiny

man just a few moments ago. She crushed it further in her hand, then washed it

down the drain.

"Well, that's it." she said. "We're committed. We can either brave it out, or

take the initiative."

Debbie and Carol lay flat upon the floor, exhausted from their lovemaking. After

a moment, Carol sighed and stretched.

"I say, stick with the plan." she said.

"This stuff you used on him." said Debbie, "Is there enough?"

"Yeeees." Carol drawled.

"How big?"

"How big you wanna be? There's a gallon for each of us."

"Where's the car?"

"Near the gym door."

Debbie mused a moment, "Well, I don't see much point in waiting? I'm gonna go to

the car."

Lisa looked down, "Should I put some clothes on?"

Debbie snorted, "Get real girl, you're not gonna need them."

Carol stood up, "It's saturday night, girls. Let's party."

The three girls left the showers, their laughing voices diminishing, fading. Far

away a door opened and closed.

* * * * * *

They left the showers running.

It didn't matter.

A couple hours later the water service went out...

...End...

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