“Alright everyone…shh, quiet! Hey!”
The chatter around the table died down as the other eight people looked over at the man who was calling out to them from the head. The man smiled and raised his glass.
“I’d like to propose a toast. To good friends this family season…” his words were met with exclamations of ‘yes’ and ‘woo’ as others raised their glass as well. He turned to the woman seated beside him and beamed.
“...and also to my lovely wife, who for better or for worse, seems to think I’m worth keeping around.”
Laughter erupted. The man raised his glass just a little bit further and nodded his head.
“Merry Christmas,” he said. Many around the table echoed the same words as everybody drank. The four couple exchanged loving looks, some even taking each others’ hand or exchanging a quick kiss as they took a sip of their festive drinks.
And then there was Natalie. Natalie just smiled politely, toasting with everyone else as her eyes watched her various friends. Despite being a core member of the group, she now felt like a ninth wheel amongst her four best girlfriends who were all now either married or attached. She sighed softly to herself but still smiled, happy for the joy they brought into her life even if she was slightly jealous.
The dinner eventually wrapped up and soon everyone was saying their good-byes. Natalie hugged her friends tightly, exchanging warm wishes before getting in her car and starting the trip home. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t keep coming back to both her joy and disappointment over the evening. She didn’t begrudge her friends their husbands and boyfriends…in fact, she was very happy that each of them had found who she thought would be her forever person…it was just that, by her mid-thirties she figured she’d be in the same place. She thought she’d have love figured out by now and be settling down…possibly even starting a family.
“Happy for them, though,” she said, again reminding herself not to be jealous. She parked her car and took the elevator up to her condo. Her christmas tree lit up the dark room and for a moment she smiled, taking in the lovely colors of the lights that reflected off the tinsel and ornaments. She locked up and made her way across the room, reaching for the cord to unplug it. She paused a moment before standing back up and looking at the tree once more.
“I’ll leave you on,” she said with a smile. “It is Christmas Eve, after all.”
Natalie went through her bedtime routine, washing and brushing up before slipping beneath the covers of her bed. She grabbed the teddy bear she’d had since she was just a little girl, holding him tight as she snuggled up under the covers.
“Oh Mr. Teddums…you’re always there for me, aren’t you?” She gave him a small kiss on his ear, sighing a bit as she closed her eyes.
“I just wish I had my own man,” she said as she drifted away into slumber.
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Natalie opened her eyes. It was morning, as was evident by the tiny slivers of sunlight that were peeking through her window blinds. She yawned, stretching a moment as she sat up.
“Wow…what a good sleep,” she said. She rubbed her eyes and yawned again before kicking her legs over the side of the bed. She did her morning routine: wash, brush, dress and make the bed. She smiled as she slid Mr. Teddums into place next to her pillow: his designated spot on her bed. She walked out into her common space and smiled at her tree.
“Good Morning, Mr. Tree,” she said. She walked over to her kitchen area and started boiling water for her morning coffee. Minutes later, she was stirring the warm, aromatic contents of her cup as she sat down on her sofa to relax a little this Christmas Morning.
That’s when something caught her eye. Something she swore hadn’t been there the night before. On the coffee table was a small, rectangular object. Looking closer, she could see that it was a present of some sort, wrapped with pretty green paper and a lovely red bow. She raised an eyebrow before casting a glance over at the door to her unit: the deadbolt was still set and the chain was in place.
“Hmmm,” she said. She leaned forward and gently lifted the package. It felt metallic, and a soft shake revealed a soft, thick rattling from within. She lifted the flap on top, but all it said was two words:
MERRY CHRISTMAS
Natalie shrugged.
“I must have forgotten about this one,” she said, shaking away her lingering doubts. She tore open the wrapping, discarding it to one side as the contents came into view: it was a rectangular cookie tin with a colorful imprinted top which stated:
MAGICAL GINGERBREAD MEN
She smirked, chuckling to herself. She had never seen this before, but when she turned it over to look for the brand, she couldn’t find any indication as to where it had been made or who had manufactured it.
“Odd,” she said. She shrugged as she gripped the tin, slating her nails beneath the lip as she pulled it open. Inside was a small, plastic rack. And in that rack, she finally saw that there were eight, tiny gingerbread cookies. Each one was about three inches high and sported uniform decoration: iced on eyes, mouth, buttons and other small details. She couldn’t help but smirk a little as she reached in and firmly pulled out one of the tiny cookies.
“Mmm, you look good enough to eat,” she said with a laugh. So…imagine her surprise when the tiny cookie in her hand laughed back and spoke.
“I don’t think so, sister!”
Natalie screamed, dropping the cookie immediately. The small treat dropped to the floor, bouncing once before coming to a rest. Then, much to Natalie’s amazement, the cookie stood up entirely on its own, craning its neck upward as it stared at her with its silly, icing smile.
“Catch me if you can!” it screamed in a tiny voice before bolting away. Natalie sat in shock as she watched the cookie running away, its tiny legs moving as it propelled itself across the floor.
“What the h-” she started to say but was suddenly interrupted as the tin began to shake. She looked down and watched in wide-eyed shock as the other seven gingerbread men hopped up and out of the packaging, one by one coming to stand on her coffee table. The seven men looked up at her with their mischievous little smiles. The table erupted into tiny screams as all seven bolted away, splitting up and running in different directions.
“Holy…wait…come back!” Natalie yelled, ultimately feeling a bit silly that she was yelling at a bunch of cookies. A bunch of…magic cookies?
“This has to be some kind of dream,” she said as she finally stood up. That’s when she heard it, the sound of running water in her bathroom. She had definitely not turned it on. Was it one of the gingerbread men? She hopped up and dashed to the bathroom, flicking on the light and gasping. One of the little men had taken the liberty of jumping on her various tubes of toothpaste and creams, spurting globs of each out and across her usually relatively clean bathroom counter. The little cookie man looked up, giggling in its high pitched voice as she came in.
“No stop!” she screamed. The cookie just cackled before leaping off the ledge, using a roll of her floss as a zipline as it made its way to the floor. Landing safely, it made a run for the exit, but Natalie was ready.
“Oh no you don’t!” she screamed. She needed to stop him somehow, and her first instinct was to raise her foot off the ground and bring it down with powerful, crushing force. Her naked foot crashed down right where the tiny, three-inch tall gingerbread man was supposed to be…only, the cookie had swerved at just the last moment, making her miss him by an inch.
“Missed me, Missed me!” it taunted in its high, squeaky voice. Natalie growled as she raised her foot and again brought it down. Again and again, her massive foot slammed to the ground, and again and again she missed the quick-dodging cookie.
“Missed again! Missed ag-AHH!”
The cookie finally stopped its mocking call as her foot slammed down on top of it. She felt the gingerbread breaking apart beneath her, leaning forward and applying as much force as she could through the ball. Finally, after a moment, she dared to lift it and spy the damage. The little cookie man lay crumbled and broken, his limbs and head detached while parts of his body had been ground to crumbs. Natalie breathed a sigh of relief, but as she wiped the ball of her foot against the bathroom rug, she suddenly couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt over what she’d done.
“Oh no,” she said, feeling real worry creeping into her. Was she supposed to crush it? Had she broken the magic? Had she…taken a life? She didn’t have much time to ponder, though, as a moment later the bits and pieces of cookie began to move. Slowly, before her vision, the pieces knitted themselves back together as if some unseen hand was rejoining them. Less than five seconds later, the completely reformed cookie man again jumped up and stared up at her with its tiny little icing grin.
“Catch me if you can!” it said as it ran between her legs. All of her doubt was gone, but now it was beginning to be filled with an ounce of annoyance.
“Great…so what am I supposed to do?” she asked herself. She spun around and entered her bedroom. Something moved out of the corner of her eye and she saw one of the tiny men standing near Mr. Teddums. Its small, cookie arms were wrapped around one of her cherished toy’s buttons.
“My button! Give it to me!” the tiny cookie yelled as it yanked and pulled at the button. Natalie felt a burst of rage enter her as she stomped over toward her bed.
“Hey…no! That’s mine!” she screamed. She reached out and the gingerbread man looked up in shock for a moment as she grabbed him in her hand. She clenched her fist, applying crushing force to the little cookie, which struggled and whined in her grasp. She felt it breaking, closing her hand as much as she could before opening it. Bits of cookie parts and crumbs fell out onto the comforter of her bed. For a moment, she felt annoyed at the cleanup she would have to do to get all the crumbs off, then she remembered what had happened to the previous gingerbread man that she had crushed beneath her foot.
“I wonder if…” she started to say, but her answer came a moment later as, just as before, the tiny cookie grew back together. It looked up and screamed before bolting off the bed, rushing toward other parts of her home.
“This is unreal,” she said. She shook her head, still hardly able to believe that any of this was actually happening. There had to be a way to end it…there just had to be. She walked out into the living room, still deep in thought, only to groan loudly as she noticed that one of the little men had gotten up high and was pushing down the various filed papers that she kept up there.
“That’s going to take hours to sort!” she yelled, feeling both angry and hopeless at the same time. The cookie turned and let out a cackle, spinning around for a moment before waving its arms as it came too close to the edge. It fell, hitting the ground with a great enough force to break off its leg. The tiny cookie man let out an annoyed squeak, crawling with its arms and remaining leg as it struggled to reach its missing limb.
“You know what?” Natalie said. She raised her foot again, ready to stomp on the little cookie. As she did, the gingerbread man managed to finally reach its leg, grabbing it with its tiny cookie arms and pushing it toward its lower half. The leg knitted itself back into place and the little man cackled, looking up just in time for her foot to come crashing down on him. He broke into pieces again beneath her crushing force and Natalie took a moment to appreciate the sensory if fleeting feeling of the cookie crumbling between her toes. She lifted away and, just as before, the cookie reformed and off it went to further mischief.
“How can I make you stop?!” she yelled. The question was only met with faint, tiny giggles from various different directions in her home, followed by a crash in the kitchen.
“Oh god, what now?” she said as she made her way to her kitchen. Peeking inside, she spied one of the little cookies up on her countertop, systematically pushing her plates down and off. The plates smashed to the floor one by one and the little man cackled all along.
“Thank god those are plastic,” she said. She strode forward, snatching up the tiny man into her hand, but this time she held onto him, watching as he wriggled and struggled to get free. It was to no avail as her gigantic fingers provided a much more powerful grip, but Natalie couldn’t help but stare for a moment at how fluidly the little cookie seemed to wriggle in her grasp.
“Let me go…Let me go!” it cried as it continued to try and wrestle itself from her grasp.
“Hell no!” she said loudly. Natalie peered around the kitchen to assess the damage done. Fortunately, beyond the plates there didn’t seem to be much out of order at all. She breathed a sigh of relief as her eyes moved to the sink, happy that the little man hadn’t made a mess with the faucet.
She blinked as an idea came to her.
“Hold on,” she said. She stepped over to the sink. Slowly, she reached out and turned the handle. The water began to stream out of the faucet and Natalie slowly turned to the tiny cookie in her hand and grinned.
“I know,” she said. She was quite proud of her solution as she slowly brought the cookie man forward and held him beneath the stream of warm water.
“NOoo…blurble!” the tiny man gurgled as he found himself beneath the deluge of water. Much to Natalie’s delight, the water began to have its intended effect almost immediately: slowly, the gingerbread man’s icing was dissolving away and the cookie began to crumble as it became heavy and enriched with the water.
“Noooo! I’m melting! Blurble….” the cookie man said as his head finally melted and washed away. She watched as he slowly went down the drain, waiting another few seconds before turning off the water. Natalie waited a few seconds, and when nothing happened, she breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
“Yes, finally, some progre-” she started to say. Suddenly there was a loud thumping from the drain and she watched in shocked amazement as hers sink miraculously ejected the same, fully constructed gingerbread man as before. The cookie cackled at her like nothing had even happened before rushing out of the room. At this point, Natalie’s posture slumped. She shook her head.
“That’s it…I don’t know….” she said, dejected. She turned and slowly shuffled out of the kitchen. One of the tiny men ran past carefully painted toes, but she couldn’t even find the energy to try and crush him: after all, she knew it wouldn’t solve the problem. She slumped down onto the sofa as all around her the men caused tiny bits of mischief to make her life harder. Glancing at the original tin on the coffee table, her eyes now fell upon a few words that she had not noticed at first.
INSTRUCTIONS INSIDE
“Oh?” she said. She reached forward and took the tin into hand. She carefully removed the hard plastic tray that the cookies had come in. Beneath it, hidden away, was a small folded slip of paper. She carefully unfolded and read what it had to say:
--We hope you will enjoy this MAGICAL GINGERBREAD MAN kit! The magic is fun and whimsical in nature as you will soon find out. Please enjoy this for the TWELVE days it will take for the magic to run out.--
“Twelve days?!” she said in disbelief. However, there was more written at the bottom, so she continued to read.
--Should you wish to end the magic early (and also retrieve your Special Gift), you can do so by consuming each Gingerbread Man separately. Do note that any other method of disposal will prove utterly ineffective.--
Natalie blinked. To end the magic she would have to consume them? Did that mean what she thought it meant? She wrinkled her nose a little bit. Not that the thought of eating a cookie was odd, but magical, moving cookies? She was still mulling the thought over when she heard a loud crash from her room, followed by mischievous giggling. Her eyes narrowed.
“It’s worth a try,” she said. She stood up, walking cautiously this time, like a predator stalking its prey. She crept to the edge of her bedroom door and spotted one of the tiny little cookies ascending a cord up to her dresser.
“Gotcha!” she yelled. She sprang forward and, before the little treat could react, grabbed it in her hand.
“Let me go! Let me go!” the cookie yelled in its high pitched voice.
“Not this time, little guy,” she said. Natalie thought about the instructions one more time as she held the gingerbread man tightly in her hand, feeling the little cookie trying to wriggle free. She shifted her grip, gripping his body as she left the head exposed. Slowly…she raised the little treat toward her lips.
“Wait…what are you…no! Let me go!” the tiny cookie screamed as she raised him closer and closer to her face. She opened her mouth, inserting his head between her teeth, feeling the texture of the hard dough as it wriggled.
“No no AHH!”
She pushed her teeth together, detaching the cookie’s head. She felt it fall into her mouth…and it was delicious. She chewed up the delightfully sweet and spicy treat before swallowing.
She looked at the headless gingerbread man in her hand, the body now as still and stiff as a cookie should be.
“Not bad,” she said. She tossed the rest in, enjoying the flavor again as she chewed it up and swallowed. There was a sudden silence in her place: the rustling, scuffling and giggles were gone. As she looked up, she spied the frosting faces of several other cookie men staring at her. If their faces could show shock…she imagined that’s what would be painted on their faces right now. Natalie grinned.
“Seven more of you,” she said. The room erupted into pandemonium with tiny screams echoing from every corner as the gingerbread men fled in different directions. One had the misfortune of running far too close and, in two simple strides, Natalie was upon him, bringing her massive foot down on the little baked good. She felt it breaking beneath the ball of her foot as she lifted up, waiting for it to reform. It did, and before the newly repaired cookie could rush away, she swooped down and snatched him up.
“Down the hatch!” she said. She tossed the gingerbread man into her mouth and ended his magic with a quick CRUNCH. Chewing and swallowing the delicious treat, she set her sight on the living room next. She saw one trying to hop strategically down her bookshelf, only to find itself in her grip.
“Hmm…” she said, peering around the room for a moment. She returned to the coffee table and liberally dunked the tiny cookie in her still warm coffee. The gingerbread man spurted and gurgled, only to scream as she bit off its legs.
“Oh my gosh, so good,” she said as she finished the cookie, tasting the coffee flavor mixed with the sugar and spices. She grinned widely as she turned to the room once again.
“Five more,” she said.
She spent the next several minutes hunting the little magical cookies down one by one. They were far too erratic and noisy to stay hidden for long, and one by one she chomped them down, enjoying the taste until she had finally consumed seven of them.
“One last one!” she yelled with a laugh. She practically skipped as she made her way through her condo, casting eyes left and right as she hummed a happy tune.
“Where are you hiding, little guy?” she said in a singsong voice. She heard the tiniest rustle behind her. Quickly turning her head, she just spied a tiny head ducking behind one of the rows of books on her bookshelf that had not yet been disrupted by the morning’s mischief. She grinned as she slowly crept toward it, reaching out gingerly to grip the top of the three center books. Moving quickly, she flipped them over, practically propelling the tiny cookie that had been somehow holding onto them into her. She reached out and snatched him up in her hand.
“Got you!” she cried out triumphantly. She grinned widely as the last little cookie tried to escape her grasp.
“Let me go! Let me go!” it cried, just as so many before it had. She just laughed as she slowly raised it up into the air. She held its little body between her two fingers, watching with satisfaction as it pointlessly attempted to escape.
“One last little treat. Down the hatch you go,” she said. She opened her mouth and slowly lowered the cookie down.
“No! No no no no…” cried the little cookie.
That’s when it happened. She wasn’t sure exactly how it happened…but there was no denying that it happened. She was just about ready to plop the last little cookie into her mouth when…she was no longer holding a cookie. She wasn’t holding anything even remotely resembling a cookie…well, except for the size. Suddenly, instead of a little gingerbread man held around the waist…she instead found herself pinching two tiny arms between her gigantic fingers. The arms were attached to a small, 3-inch tall man. A man who now hung in place of where the cookie had just been.
“Oh god…don’t eat me!” the tiny person yelled.
“Holy fuck!” Natalie yelled in response. She stared in shock at the tiny human being that was wriggling in her grip. He was ever so small…but there was no doubt that he was a person. As she stared in amazement, she saw him staring back at her. She even thought she saw just the ever so slightest bit of pink color come to his cheeks as he dangled there, completely naked in front of a woman over twenty times larger than him.
“Wow,” he said after a moment, his tiny voice cutting through the silence. “You’re gorgeous.”
Natalie felt her cheeks warming up. She eyed his various features, from his athletic shoulders and chest down to his long, muscular legs.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said after a moment, beaming a small smile. Then she raised an eyebrow.
“But…who are you?”
The little man looked confused.
“I…I don’t know. I just know that I was somewhere…and now I’m here.”
She nodded though she was still confused. Everything she had encountered this morning had been fantastical: from living cookies to a three-inch tall man magically appearing. She thought back to the instructions that she had discovered in the bottom of the tin. Was this tiny person…her present? As she stared at him, taking in every part of his body with her gaze, she realized that it must be true: his eyes, his hair, even his voice, though high pitched, was everything she’d dreamed up in a boyfriend. Only…
“I sort of wish you were bigger,” Natalie said. The man seemed confused.
“Yea,” he said, looking down at the massively long drop to the floor. He looked back up into Natalie’s gigantic eyes.
“I guess that would be pretty great. But I’m afraid I don’t know anything about that…I’m sorry.”
As Natalie stared at the little man, suddenly thoughts began to come into her head. Playful thoughts. Naughty, playful thoughts. She bit her lip for a moment, wondering if she should even indulge such thoughts, but they soon won over any reservations that she had as she began to imagine the things that she could do with such a little man. Things she would never have considered had this magical situation never occurred. She grinned. After all, if he was truly her present this Christmas…why shouldn’t she play with him?
“Oh well,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “I guess it’s down the hatch for you then.”
The little man’s eyes went wide. She raised him up and again opened her mouth up nice and wide. Slowly she began to lower him down.
“What? No! Help!” the little man squeaked, wriggling in a panic as she lowered him down inside her mouth. She dropped him, his tiny three-inch tall body easily landing on her massive tongue.
“Help!” he yelled one last time as he scrambled to exit the cavernous maw. She closed her mouth, sealing the man inside.
“Tickly!” she mumbled, the word coming out incoherently due to her mouth being full. She felt the little guy wriggling around inside and she couldn’t help but giggle. She pushed her tongue upward, feeling her little present press up against the roof of her mouth, trapping him in place.
“Mmmmm,” she said as she tasted his flavor. It was surprisingly sweet…perhaps an after-effect of having previously been a cookie? Either way, it was a delectable taste and she found her tongue moving back and forth as she softly sucked on his tiny body.
“I’ll wonder if he’ll get smaller if I suck on him,” she thought as she continued to enjoy his flavor. Reality, though, came back as she felt his movements begin to slow, realizing that there might not be all that much oxygen there inside her closed mouth.
“Oops!” she said, opening her mouth and loosening her tongue. The tiny man gasped as fresh air rushed in. She stuck out her tongue and wrapped a finger around his tiny body, drawing the saliva-covered miniaturized person out.
“Sorry about that,” she said with a smirk. “You taste delicious though.”
“Th-thanks,” he said, still catching his breath. “I’m…just…whew…glad you didn’t actually…whew…eat me….”
She laughed.
“If I ate you, we couldn’t have any more fun!” she said.
“Oh? Like what?” the little man said, cocking an eyebrow. Natalie grinned.
“Like this.”
She placed the little man down on the coffee table. She saw him turn his head, obviously contemplating running away…but he froze in place as she stood up to her full height and slowly began to remove articles of clothing. The tiny man stared in awe as the massive Giantess stripped away piece after piece, slowly revealing more of her body until she stood towering and naked over the miniscule man. She took him back into hand before laying back and stretching out to her full length on her comfortable sofa. Slowly, she lowered the little man down, placing him down directly next to her huge breast.
“There you go,” she said with a smile. The tiny man stared with amazement at her gigantic breast, his eyes tracing the round shape and tip of her nipple. She watched his little excitement between his legs begin to harden and couldn’t help but laugh.
“If you like it so much, why don’t you show me?” she said.
The tiny man pressed himself against her soft skin, deeply inhaling the scent of her skin as he covered it with tiny kisses. He jumped, scrambling up on top, dropping down to all fours as he approached her massive nipple. He kissed it softly, eliciting a soft coo from his Giantess. He grinned as he ran his tiny tongue around it, gently suckling on the tip.
“Oh gosh…” Natalie said. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply as pleasant tingles traveled down her back. It had been so long since she had last been intimate, and there was something about having a tiny little toy focused entirely on her pleasure that made the situation so much more erotic. She breathed deeply, letting out soft coos and the occasional moan as the tiny man stimulated her breast.
“Don’t forget the other one,” she said after a moment. She lifted him again with a single finger and transferred her to her other mound. The man immediately began the same treatment, licking and suckling and pleasing his Mistress as well as he could. It wasn’t long before Natalie realized she wanted more. Reaching over, she lifted him up yet again, only this time her arm traveled down past her chest and belly. She finally dropped him on the soft couch cushions, right in between her huge thigh walls. The tiny man turned and his mouth dropped as he realized exactly where he was.
“I want it,” Natalie said after a moment. “Give it to me.”
The tiny man did not have to be told twice as he walked directly toward his Mistress’s dripping sex. Her scent filled the air as he reached out and gently touched her soft, warm lips. He planted a kiss on them, tasting her flavor as Natalie moaned.
“Oh yes,” she said as she felt his body contact her own. He pressed himself against her, his arms and body growing slippery as he became covered with her essence. He licked and suckled on her soft skin, running his tongue around her sensitive hood as he teased her. She responded with moans and sighs of pleasure, her body rotating slightly to give her miniature toy the best angle possible.
“Oh, God yes….” she said as the tiny little man continued to please her. Her hips gyrated, practically knocking the poor little thing down as he felt himself being practically swallowed up by her massive lips.
“Wait, I’m going to-” he started to say, but he never had a chance to finish. Massive fingers appeared behind him and he found himself being pressed forcibly against the gigantic sex, being rubbed up and down as she used his miniscule body to stimulate herself. He squeaked, barely able to speak as her liquid poured into his nose and down his throat, filling his senses with the intoxicating essence of his Mistress.
“Oh yes…oh fuck yes…oh….” Natalie cried as finally went over the edge. She shook with orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over her body as she ground herself against her tiny little toy. The little man squeaked, holding his breath as best as he could until, finally, she laid back and started to relax. Her grip lessened and the miniature man slipped away, lying on the sofa in a pool of her juices. Natalie’s massive chest heaved as she took in deep breaths, recovering from the amazing experience.
“That…was…wow,” was all she could say. She adjusted her position, sitting up against the arm as she stared down at her little present. He was lying on his back, also taking deep breaths as he recovered from the excitement. She couldn’t help but grin as she stared down at his tiny little exhausted body, because despite his exertions, he was still standing fully erect. She chuckled for a moment as she raised her foot up and slowly brought it down on the miniature man. He looked up and his eyes went wide as he watched the sole of her foot, which was large enough to engulf and crush him, settled down on the sofa. Her big toe, which was twice his size alone, gently settled down on his legs, the tip touching the soft underskin of his tiny dick.
“I think you deserve a reward,” she said. The man moaned softly as she gently rubbed the tip of her toe against his erection. He stared up at his massive Goddess with pleading eyes. Natalie responded with a grin.
“Enjoying?” she said. She applied a bit more pressure and the tiny man moaned louder as she rubbed him down with nothing more than her big toe. She giggled as she lightly gripped him between her first and second toes, gently stroking him off as he writhed in pleasure.
“Come on little guy, I know you have something in there for m- ahh!” She cried out as the tiny man squeaked and she watched as ropes of cum shot from his dick. At least, for him they must have felt like ropes, but to Natalie they were no more than just a few tiny droplets. She laughed as she finished stroking him, milking him for all he was worth before finally letting him go. She observed the tiny droplets on her toenails and smirked.
“Very small…but you know what, I’ll bet this is pretty good for a little thing like you,” she said. The tiny man stared up at her in post-coital bliss and she couldn’t help but laugh. She leaned down and picked him up, holding him up in front of her face one more time.
“Well, do you have anything you’d like to say?” she asked.
“Uh…” the little man said. He cracked a little smile. “Merry Christmas…Goddess.”
Natalie smiled warmly and brought the little man toward her face. She pressed her gigantic lips against his little body, hearing him squeak as she kissed him.
“Merry Christmas too,” she said with a smile. The little man peered around the huge room for a minute before locking eyes with his Giantess again.
“So…now what?” he asked. Natalie thought for a moment.
“Well, I guess we have a lot to think about,” she started. “Where are you going to sleep? What will I feed you? How will our daily routine look?”
Natalie smiled as she held the man closer. He felt her grip tighten ever so slightly and watched as a playful, hungry, grin came to her face.
“But first…I think...this Goddess wants seconds….”