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One day Gregor woke up to find himself oddly constrained. A coarse stiff
cloth held him firmly against a semisoft grassy surface. He felt distinctly
warm. He tried to worm his way out from under the cloth. After much
struggling his face emerged. He looked around and realized in shock, it was
not grass on this "ground" he felt, it was hair. Somehow he was caught in
the bra of a woman whose breasts were taller than him.

Before he could try to wonder what had happened, the woman, apparently
sleeping, rolled over. He was crushed under the enormous weight and passed
out, unable to breathe.

When he regained consciousness, but before opening his eyes, he thought
"Wow, what an odd nightmare to nearly die under the weight of huge tits."
Then he opened his eyes. Not only was the nightmare real, She was towering
above him naked and staring right down at him. For lack of anything else to
do, he rolled over and tried to scramble away.

He found himself pushed back down. She spoke to him, the voice sounding
oddly deep, "Where do you think you're going? You have a lot of questions to
answer."

Half terrified and slightly ashamed now that he realized his own nakedness,
he slowly answered, "I know just as much about this as you do. I am really
sorry I ended up in your bra...."

She had begun to smile as he talked, then she cut him off. "Oh you don't
understand. I knew I was going to wake up with somebody in my clothes and I
don't mind that you showed up in my bra, no I want to know about you."

"How could you know that I was going to be in your bra?" Gregor nearly
yelled.

"Oh I have a constant supply of little men. I didn't know who I would get
today or where'd you show up, but I knew I would have somebody."

"Well how did I get there? Why me? Why does this happen to you?"

"I can't answer all of those, but before I get to that I really want you to
answer some questions first. Tell me about yourself. What's your name? How
old are you? Etc."

"My name is Gregor. I am -- or is it was -- in a doctoral program studying
entomology. I'm twenty-two and I've spent virtually my entire life in
Pennsylvania. I don't often drink and I don't use drugs, so I don't know
what has done? is doing? this to me." Straining up at her from his seated
position was hurting his neck, so he lay down.

"Okay. I don't know why this happens to me or how it happens. Often there
seems to be some ironic aspect with the guys who show up. With you, I'd say
it's the entomologist bit. With the last guy I think it was his fascination
with large breasts. It was kinda cute having him around. He would wash my
breasts like some guy tending his dream car. Really nice.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Andrea. I have a degree in literature and I work
as a freelance writer. I'll be twenty-four next May.

"You are the fifteenth guy I've had show up. Always you guys have appeared
in my clothing while I was sleeping. This whole thing started when I was
about the age of eighteen. The largest was about seven inches tall and the
shortest was just under five. I keep vaguely hoping that maybe a woman will
show up sometime, but it never happens."

Gregor paused, thinking. "So where are the others, can I meet them? It would
be nice to talk about this with someone who can relate to it."

"Ummm. You may not like this. The others are dead."

"What?!?"

"I always get one of you the first night I don't sleep in the nude after the
last one dies. I don't know why this is. Actually I have a theory that I
don't need to sleep the entire night, just the hour between three and four
in the morning."

"How did the others die, if I may ask?"

"My cat got to Frank. I feel really bad about him. A couple have drown. Two
committed suicide. Several died by sleeping with/in/on me. One asked me to
kill him. One died by accident while I was fulfilling a fantasy of his. I
feel guilty about that, but I do think that it was the way he wanted to die.
The rest just disappeared and I assume died."

"'Died while fulfilling a fantasy of his'?"

"He had this thing about wanting to be swallowed. I would often pretend to
do it and he would get such joy. One day I accidentally broke his back. Fast
and painless, he died with an erection and his feet half down my throat. I
don't think he could have imagined a better way to go."

"So is that it? By becoming your miniature man you're now some sex servant
of mine?"

"Oh I wouldn't put it like that. I can after all squash you like a bug." She
laughed then continued, "And I don't think you would be able to survive long
with out some help getting food. What typically happens is that I help the
guy live out some of his fantasies, and he keeps me sexually sated."

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Several hours later a scale machete had been made for Gregor from a
disposable razor and some epoxy putty. Armed with this weapon, He began to
trim Andrea's pubic hair. The wiry stuff was thick and tough to manage at
his scale but he was determined. Over the course of forty or fifty minutes
he trimmed it all down to a length of one or two of his finger widths. He
carried several great armfuls of the hair off out of his way. Then got an
unmounted blade fragment from the razor and began the careful work of razing
the skin smooth. Not only did this part give him a strong erection, he could
tell Andrea found it stimulating as well. He could feel her lips get warmer,
he could smell a tangy excitement, and the most definite sign, he could see
that her clitoris had swollen to a size larger than his foot.

He was meticulous in his work shaving the area and thus he spent almost two
hours working at the task. When he finally finished he leaned back against
her inner thigh and began to masturbate with sweat his only lubricant. He
closed his eyes and just focused on her exciting smell and the new blisters
on his hands. He felt proud of his just finished work and that joy added
sweetly to the pleasures of his masturbation. He had reached a high and
distant plateau before he finally came. He opened his eyes again to watch
his small ejaculation drip next to this monstrously large woman.

Without the constant stimulation of her pubes, Andrea's clit had shrunk back
down. Gregor walked over to it and began to kiss and rub it. He heard a
giggle and smiled. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick the pseudopod
as it grew strong. He rubbed and squeezed, kissed and nibbled, licked and
sucked. He closed his eyes and imagined this was the foot of a woman his own
size. The scent was wrong for this fantasy but this was by no means
disagreeable. He massaged with his strong hands and half wished for toes to
lick between.

Andrea reached her left hand down and inched a finger between her lips. The
short hairs on her finger rubbed his abdomen. He felt himself get hard
again. She began to play with her finger. Slowly they synchronized the
cycles of their actions. Gregor's hands were beginning to ache after the
several hours of usage. He ignored the pain to continue his imaginal foot
play.

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Andrea brought him to the kitchen. She was dressed now and had let Gregor
ride in her cleavage for the trip. The warm soft flesh was quite
comfortable, although the vibrations of walking were a bit jarring. She got
him some small chunks of food, then sitting back to get a level surface on
her breasts put the food within his reach.

As he ate, Gregor told her of his fantasy about her clit.

"Oh, so you're a foot fetishist," she said.

"Well, no. Not a fetishist, just interested," he corrected her. "I like
feet, but at this size there are other things that thrill me more. I can
picture myself enjoying, for instance...."

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Carefully she pushed on his shoulders and his oiled body slid neatly into
her. "Comfy?" Andrea asked.

Moving his limbs to explore this wet wonder world, Gregor let out an
enthusiastic "Yes!" His head just barely was sticking out and this close to
her sex the smell was intense.

Andrea stood and pulled the silk panties up. Then she donned a pair of loose
jean shorts. Hanging upside down in the dark left Gregor dizzy for a few
moments. This was further addled by the motions of the shorts going on, but
he recovered with great excitement about his situation.

Then she began to walk around and he was in heaven. The movement he could
feel through the walls of his enclosure and the pressures and tensions that
surrounded him were all so different and new. Although deprived of all
visual clues about the nature of the Andrea's motions, Gregor felt sure he
knew what she was doing.

When the movement felt just like that she was walking. A particular type of
stretching meant that the leg on that side was going up a step. A similar
tension accompanied by a slight pressure marked going down a step. A gentle
run produced a tight pressure that held him from the downward inertia.

Gregor began to masturbate in this warm wet darkness. He thought he heard
Andrea say "Mmmm." He began to writhe around. He was certain she was making
noises now. He noticed that she was becoming wetter. He stretched his legs
to rub them upon the soft membranes. He felt her walking slow. He stretched
one arm out and tapped her clitoris. She stopped moving. He hit the
clitoris. She started again. He clenched as cock in his fist tightly trying
hard to milk from it a third come for the day. Impossible as it seemed, the
sweet aroma had gotten stronger. The elastic sheath was tiring his arm but
the full body sensations were wonderful.

He slowed his writhing as he neared orgasm. His muscles were all contracting
in preparation for the peak. Between the his tactile and olfactory senses he
was too overwhelmed to think. When he finally came only the one arm had been
moving. Andrea had not slowed down for this. His erection was subsiding and
action was returning to his limbs when he heard her speak to him.

"I've got an idea for a special treat for you." The words were spoken in a
half amused, half sinister tone. He felt strange motion he could not place
followed by and odd upward push. "I'm going for a bike ride," she said
laughing.

In moments his tired cock was becoming erect again. "Sexual burnout. That
must be the real reason all the other men died so quickly," he thought.
Letting out a sigh, he admitted to himself that he felt a perverse pleasure
knowing that it was a great way to go.