(Tiny Blake / Aware Giantess Ruby)
Blake—
The evening had started off innocently enough. I had spent the day sparring with Yang, training with Weiss, and going through our usual routines at Beacon Academy. But tonight, I had a different kind of adventure in mind. Something more intimate, more thrilling. As I watched Ruby engrossed in her game on her scroll, I felt a mix of excitement and anticipation bubbling inside me. This was going to be fun.
I reached for the jar of shrinking dust hidden in the box under my bed. The small jar glinted in the dim light of our dorm room, its contents shimmering with a mystical, almost otherworldly glow. I could barely contain my excitement as I unscrewed the lid, the fine dust swirling slightly in the air. Ruby was oblivious to my actions, her focus entirely on the screen in front of her.
Taking a deep breath, I sprinkled the dust over myself. Immediately, I felt a tingling sensation spread through my body, a warmth that started at my fingertips and toes and rapidly enveloped me. My heart pounded in my chest as I began to shrink, my perspective of the room shifting dramatically. The world around me grew larger, the details of the floor and walls becoming more pronounced, more intimidating.
My clothes slipped from my shrinking frame, pooling around me in a heap. The sensation of my skin brushing against the fabric sent shivers down my spine. As I continued to shrink, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of vulnerability and exhilaration. Finally, the process stopped, and I found myself standing at a mere three inches tall, surrounded by the vast landscape of my now gigantic clothes.
The first thing that hit me was the smell—my clothes were damp with sweat from the day's training, the fabric clinging to my tiny body as I struggled to free myself. Each movement was a challenge, the once familiar textures and scents now overwhelming at my reduced size. I pushed through the heavy folds of my shirt, the material seeming to wrap around me like a suffocating blanket. It took longer than I had anticipated, the dampness making the fabric cling stubbornly to my skin.
Finally emerging from the suffocating prison of my clothes, I stood on the cold, hard floor, the vastness of the room stretching out before me. The scale of everything was daunting—Ruby's bed loomed above me like a towering skyscraper, and the scattered items on the floor seemed like mountainous obstacles in my path. The air was thick with the familiar scents of our dorm room, each one amplified to an almost dizzying intensity.
I started my journey towards Ruby's bed, my tiny feet making barely audible pattering sounds on the wooden floor. Each step was an adventure in itself as I navigated the terrain of discarded clothing. I climbed over a crumpled shirt, the fabric rough against my bare skin, and carefully made my way around a pair of Ruby's boots, their imposing size a stark reminder of my current vulnerability.
As I approached Ruby's bed, I had to traverse over an old, damp pair of her panties lying on the floor. The sight made my cheeks flush with embarrassment, but I pressed on, determined to get her attention. The scent was overwhelming, a mix of her natural aroma and the sweat from a long day, but it only fueled my determination to reach her.
Standing at the base of her bed, I craned my neck to look up at Ruby, who was still engrossed in her game. I shouted up to her, my tiny voice barely a whisper in the vast expanse of the room. Ruby didn't even flinch, her eyes glued to the screen as she tapped away, completely oblivious to my presence.
Frustration bubbled up inside me as I tried again and again to get her attention. My tiny voice was no match for the sounds of the game and the occasional rustle of Ruby shifting on the bed. I knew I needed a different approach. Determined, I started to scale the side of her bed. The fabric was rough under my hands, but I found enough footholds to make the climb manageable.
Reaching the top, I was greeted with the sight of Ruby's gigantic form sprawled out on the bed, her fingers dancing across the screen of her scroll. I felt a pang of frustration as I realized just how absorbed she was in her game. Gathering my courage, I walked towards her, my tiny feet sinking into the soft surface of the bedspread with each step.
Standing beside her massive thigh, I yelled up to her once more, but my efforts were in vain. Ruby was too lost in her game to notice my tiny cries. I tried to poke her, my hands barely making an impact on her thick clothing. Ruby's attention remained fixed on the screen, her concentration unbroken.
Desperation turned into determination as I decided to take more drastic measures. I began to climb her body, the warmth of her skin radiating through her clothes. Each movement was a struggle, but I was driven by the need to make her see me. As I climbed higher, the faint scent of her sweat filled my nostrils, mingling with the lingering sweetness of her shampoo.
Finally, I reached her chest, my tiny form standing between the two massive mounds of her breasts. Ruby's heartbeat was a rhythmic thump beneath me, a constant reminder of her sheer size and power. I yelled up to her once more, but she merely glanced down at me before turning her attention back to her game. Her loud, booming voice echoed around me, making me feel even smaller. "I know I said we could have some fun today, Blake, but I didn't expect to get this far in my game."
Her words stung, and I felt a surge of frustration. I had gone to all this trouble, and she was still more interested in her game? Determined to get her full attention, I tried to shout at her again, but before I could get the words out, Ruby's hand descended from above. Her fingers wrapped around my tiny form, the pressure firm yet surprisingly gentle. I had no time to react before she lifted me up and shoved me into the warm, humid space between her breasts.
The world around me became a suffocating darkness, the overwhelming scent of Ruby's skin and sweat filling my senses. I squirmed, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the tight space offered little room to move. The softness of her breasts surrounded me, the heat making my skin slick with sweat. I could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest with each breath, the sound of her heartbeat a constant thrum in my ears.
Despite the discomfort, a thrill ran through me. This was an intimate, almost forbidden experience, and the sensation of being so close to Ruby, of being completely enveloped by her, sent shivers down my spine. As I wriggled, I could hear her soft moans above me, the sound vibrating through her chest and into my tiny body.
I knew I was making progress. The sound of Ruby's pleasure was a clear sign that she was beginning to enjoy this unexpected turn of events. Fueled by her reaction, I maneuvered myself towards her nipple, the warmth and softness of her skin a tantalizing path. Each movement was a struggle, the darkness and the tight space making every inch feel like a mile.
As I finally reached her nipple, I wrapped my arms around the massive bud, my tiny body pressed against the sensitive flesh. I began to lick and suck at her nipple, the taste of her skin filling my mouth. Ruby's moans grew louder, her body reacting to my touch in ways that sent vibrations through the air around me. The sound of her pleasure was intoxicating, driving me to increase my efforts.
I played with her nipple, my tiny hands and mouth working in tandem to elicit more moans from the giantess above me. Each sound she made was a reward, a sign that I was succeeding in capturing her attention. The darkness and heat were almost oppressive, but the thrill of our secret playtime kept me going.
Ruby's moans grew more frequent, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. I felt the sweat from her body dripping down onto me, mingling with my own. The heat and moisture were overwhelming, but I was too focused on my task to care. I continued to lick and suck, each touch eliciting more pleasure from my giant partner.
As I worked, I could feel Ruby's body responding to my efforts. Her breaths grew quicker, her moans louder, and I knew that I was finally getting through to her. The sound of her pleasure filled my ears, a symphony of satisfaction that spurred me on. I lost myself in the rhythm of our play, the darkness and heat becoming a background to the intense connection I felt with Ruby.
In that moment, I felt a surge of pride. Despite my tiny size, I had managed to capture Ruby's attention, to make her feel the same thrill and excitement that I did. As I continued to work her nipple, I felt a sense of accomplishment wash over me. Every motion, every sound was amplified a hundredfold in my shrunken state. Ruby's moans reverberated through her chest, a deep, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate the very air around me. I focused on her nipple, my tiny hands clutching at the firm, sensitive flesh, my mouth working tirelessly to elicit more of those intoxicating sounds from above.
Suddenly, I felt an immense pressure from one of Ruby's hands as it cupped the outside of her breast, squeezing it roughly. The force pressed me harder against her nipple, the sensation both painful and pleasurable. The roughness of her touch sent waves of intense feeling through my body, each squeeze compressing me into her hot, sweaty skin. The pressure was immense, and the friction of my movements against her nipple was almost too much to bear.
Ruby's hand began to fondle her breast, each motion sending me on a wild, sweaty ride. I was jostled back and forth, my tiny form repeatedly crushed against her nipple. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping for breath. Ruby's skin was slick with sweat, the salty moisture making every inch of contact slippery and intense. The sounds of her moans, now more pronounced and desperate, filled my ears, a constant reminder of her arousal and the power she wielded over me.
After what felt like an eternity, Ruby's hand retreated, leaving me flushed with arousal and gasping for breath. My body throbbed with the aftermath of the intense sensations, every nerve ending alive with a mix of pleasure and pain. I lay there for a moment, recovering from the wild ride, my mind spinning with the sheer intensity of what I had just experienced.
But there was no time to rest. I could hear Ruby's continued moans, mingling with the sounds of her game. Slowly, I wiggled myself to her other breast, taking my time to make sure Ruby felt every movement my tiny body made. The slickness of her sweat helped me maneuver, my tiny feet slipping and sliding as I made my way across the vast expanse of her chest.
Every inch was a journey, the heat of her body radiating through her skin, the musky scent of her sweat filling my nostrils. I could feel the softness of her breast pressing against me, the warmth seeping into my own skin. I couldn't help but revel in the sensation, my tiny breasts rubbing against her skin as I continued to suck and lick my way across her chest. Each touch, each taste was a reminder of the power and intimacy of our connection.
Ruby's moans grew louder and more frequent, her body reacting to my movements. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming, a heady, intoxicating aroma that filled the air around me. My mind was completely overtaken with thoughts of serving her, of pleasing this colossal woman who was my goddess. I no longer cared if she played her game; I was just happy to serve her, to be close to her, to feel the heat and the power of her body.
Reaching her other nipple, I began to suck and lick with wild abandon, my tiny hands clutching at the firm bud. I pressed my tiny breasts against her nipple, the contact sending shivers of pleasure through my body. Each lick, each suck elicited more moans from Ruby, her pleasure a constant driving force behind my efforts. I wanted nothing more than to please her, to feel her react to my touch.
After a few minutes, I felt a slight relief from the pressure of Ruby's shirt as she lifted it over her head. The motion caused me to get compressed between the cup of her bra and her sweaty breast, the tight space becoming even more confining. Ruby's breasts bounced with the motion, the bra adding an extra layer of friction and pressure. The heat was almost unbearable, the slickness of her sweat making every movement a slippery struggle.
Ruby's hand descended once more, this time shoving into the bra to pinch my tiny form to her nipple. The pressure was immense, her fingers pressing me firmly against the sensitive bud. With her other hand, she undid her bra, the garment falling away but leaving me trapped in her grip. The sensation of being squeezed so tightly, of being pressed against her hot, sweaty skin, was both overwhelming and exhilarating.
Ruby squeezed a few more times, each motion sending waves of intense sensation through my body. The pain and pleasure were intertwined, each squeeze a reminder of her power and my vulnerability. Finally, she moved her hand, using two fingers to hold me and lift me up. The motion was dizzying, the sudden shift in perspective making my head spin.
Ruby's colossal face loomed above me, her silver eyes peering down with an aroused intensity. Her breath washed over me in warm gusts, the scent of her arousal filling the air. Her booming voice rang out, each word a powerful, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate the very air around me. "Well... now you have my attention, little kittie."
Her colossal tongue snuck out of her mouth, the pink muscle glistening with saliva. Before I could react, she gave my face a long, slow lick, the sensation of her wet tongue against my skin sending shivers down my spine. The saliva coated me, leaving a wet trail as she moved me back a little. The sheer size and power of her tongue, the overwhelming scent and taste of her, filled my senses completely.
Ruby's aroused gaze bore into me, her colossal silver eyes gleaming with an intensity that made my heart race. The warmth of her breath washed over me in rhythmic gusts, each exhale a reminder of her sheer power and the immense difference in our sizes. I shivered with anticipation, my body flushed with excitement as she held me aloft in her fingers, her grip firm but not painful. Her voice, booming and resonant, filled the room and vibrated through my tiny form. "So… you want to serve me, do you?" she asked, her tone dripping with condescension.
As Ruby spoke, the wind from her mouth swayed me gently back and forth, the sensation dizzying yet thrilling. Every word she uttered seemed to fill my body with more excitement, the raw power of her voice a reminder of my vulnerability and her dominance. "First things first," she continued, and before I could react, she brought me back down to her breasts.
The heat from her body was intense, the scent of her sweat and arousal overwhelming. Ruby pressed me into the flesh of one of her breasts, the softness and warmth of her skin enveloping me completely. I felt the slick moisture of her sweat soak into my body as she used me to wipe away the accumulated dampness. Each press and rub sent shivers through me, my own arousal mirroring hers. The moans from both of us filled the air, a symphony of shared pleasure.
Ruby's grip was firm but controlled as she dabbed and rubbed me around each breast, ensuring that every drop of sweat was absorbed. The sensation of her skin against mine was electric, each movement a heady mix of pleasure and submission. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she continued to use me, the sound vibrating through her chest and into my tiny form.
After what felt like an eternity of blissful servitude, Ruby placed me into the palm of her hand. She brought me just below her mouth, her silver eyes now filled with a mix of hunger and arousal. The gusts of warm wind from her breath washed over me again as she spoke in a slow, seductive purr. "Now you have earned the right to serve me tonight… Looks like it's time for two kitties to meet," she finished with a playful giggle that sent shivers down my spine.
Ruby moved her hand out a little before releasing her grip, and I fell. The sensation of free-fall was brief but exhilarating. I bounced lightly on her breasts a couple of times, the softness of her skin cushioning my landing, before slipping between the valley they created as she gently parted them with her hands. The slide down her stomach was slick with sweat, each inch of contact sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
I tumbled after hitting her belly button, the world spinning around me, and I found myself sliding headfirst between the waistband of Ruby's panties and her skin. The cool air of the room contrasted sharply with the humid warmth of her body, the scent of her arousal even stronger now.
My head and arms were inside her panties while my legs wiggled in the open air. The proximity to Ruby's colossal vagina heightened my senses to a fever pitch. My night vision allowed me to see every detail inside the dark, humid confines of her panties. The forest of her pubic hair threatened to entangle me as I wiggled myself further inside, each movement bringing me closer to my goal.
As I reached the moist folds of Ruby's entrance, her juices soaked into my body, the slickness making every inch of contact a symphony of sensation. I pressed my tiny breasts to her folds, sucking and licking each side with reverence, worshipping the very entrance to her temple. Ruby's moans filled my ears, each one a testament to her pleasure and my success.
Driven by her sounds of pleasure, I pushed my head and arms inside her folds, the grip of her inner walls immediate and intense. The heat and wetness of her insides were overwhelming, her juices glistening on the walls that surrounded me. My night vision allowed me to see the slick, undulating muscles as they clenched and released, helping to pull me deeper inside her.
I paused for a moment to take in the sight, the sheer intimacy of the moment almost too much to bear. The air inside was thick with the scent of her arousal, an intoxicating aroma that filled my nose and made my breath hitch. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me, fully surrendering to the clenching walls that enveloped me.
Overcome with emotion, I began to lick and suck at her moist inner walls, my tiny hands rubbing against the slick flesh. I pressed my breasts up to the walls, moving them in circular motions to maximize her pleasure. Each movement, each touch was a testament to my devotion, my desire to serve my goddess in every way possible.
Ruby's moans grew louder, her pleasure a tangible force that reverberated through her body and into mine. The sensation of her clenching walls, the slickness of her juices, and the heat of her body combined to create an experience that was both overwhelming and deeply satisfying. I lost myself in the rhythm of my movements, the intimacy of our connection driving me to new heights of arousal and devotion.
As I continued to serve her, the sounds of Ruby's pleasure filled the air, a constant reminder of my success and my place. The taste of her, the feel of her, the smell of her—all of it combined to create an experience that was both humbling and exhilarating. I knew that this was where I belonged, serving my goddess, lost in the overwhelming intensity of our connection.
The minutes stretched on, each one filled with the sounds and sensations of our shared pleasure. Ruby's inner walls pulsed and clenched around me, each movement a testament to her arousal. I continued to lick and suck, my tiny hands rubbing and pressing against her slick flesh. The heat and moisture were almost overwhelming, but I relished every moment, every sensation.
The world around me was a hot, pulsing, and slick cavern of flesh. Ruby's inner walls clenched and released in a rhythm that seemed to sync with the frantic beating of my own heart. I continued to lick, suck, and massage with every ounce of energy I had, my tiny hands working tirelessly to please my goddess.
The taste of her juices filled my mouth, the musky scent of her arousal overwhelming my senses. I was soaked to the bone, my hair plastered to my head, my body slick with her essence. But I didn't care. Every drop, every pulse of her body around me was a reminder of my purpose: to serve and pleasure Ruby.
The vibrations of her moans echoed through the fleshy chamber, a muffled symphony of her mounting pleasure. Suddenly, a dim light pierced the darkness, and I felt the pressure of Ruby's giant fingers pressing against me. They pushed me deeper into her inner wall, rubbing me against the slick, pulsating flesh. The sensation was electric, a mix of intense pleasure and submission that left me breathless.
Her fingers moved me with a deliberate rhythm, pressing and rubbing me against the soft, wet walls. My own moans were lost in the overwhelming sounds of Ruby's pleasure, but I continued to serve her with all my might. The heat was intense, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. Each motion, each press of her fingers against me sent waves of pleasure through my tiny body.
As time passed, the intensity of Ruby's pleasure grew, and the walls around me began to shake. Her moans reached a fever pitch, the vibrations almost deafening. I felt her fingers release me slightly as her world shook with fury. The walls clenched and unclenched with wild abandon, the rhythmic pulsing turning into a chaotic storm of movement. I clung to the slick flesh, my own body shaking with the intensity of the sensations.
Ruby's orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around me. The walls squeezed me with incredible force, the rhythmic contractions driving me to the edge of my own pleasure. The intensity of her climax was mirrored in my own, and I found myself caught in the throes of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. My body trembled with the force of it, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer power of Ruby's pleasure.
As the storm began to subside, I felt Ruby's giant fingers grasping my legs, pulling me slowly out of her. The journey back through the tunnel was slow and arduous, the walls still pulsing around me. When her fingers reached the exit, I got stuck for a brief moment, Ruby's inner walls clenching onto my head and arms one last time before her fingers yanked me out with a wet pop. The juices from her folds splashed onto me, the cool air hitting my slick skin as I hung in the air.
Ruby pulled me out of her panties, dragging my body across her skin as she brought me up to her face. The rough texture of her skin, slick with sweat, rubbed against me, the friction adding to the sensations still coursing through my body. I dangled in front of her mouth, her warm breath washing over me in rhythmic gusts. Her eyes, filled with mild disappointment, gazed down at me as she spoke.
"Well… that was good, but you still needed my help to get me to the finish line…" she said, her voice booming around me. Each word sent a warm gust of wind that swayed my tiny form. The disappointment in her tone stung, but I could also sense a hint of satisfaction in her gaze.
Ruby's colossal, painted lips parted, and she allowed her tongue to slowly grab me from her fingers, pulling me inside her mouth. The heat and moisture of her mouth enveloped me completely, the slick surface of her tongue pressing against my body. Ruby moved me around her mouth, sucking out the juices from my skin while coating me in her saliva. The sensation was both overwhelming and oddly comforting, the rhythmic movements lulling me into a state of exhausted pleasure.
This continued for several minutes, Ruby's tongue exploring every inch of my tiny body. The intensity of her sucking, the heat of her breath, and the constant motion of her tongue left me breathless and coated in her saliva. Finally, I landed on the middle of her colossal tongue, tired and drenched. The light from the outside world entered as Ruby opened her mouth, and she moved her tongue to let me tumble off onto her awaiting palm.
I lay there, gasping for breath, the cool air a stark contrast to the humid warmth of her mouth. Ruby's giggle echoed around me, a playful sound that brought a small smile to my face despite my exhaustion. "You'll need to get better," she said, her voice filled with a teasing tone.
With that, Ruby gently placed me inside her panties, positioning me carefully against her folds. The warmth and slickness of her skin surrounded me once more, the intimate contact a constant reminder of my place. As she got ready to sleep, she patted the crotch of her panties a couple of times, pressing me a little deeper into her folds.
The sensation was both comforting and arousing, the heat and moisture creating a cocoon of pleasure around me. Despite the intensity of the night, I found myself drifting off to sleep, the rhythmic pulsing of Ruby's body lulling me into a state of peaceful slumber. The folds of her vagina pressed against me, their warmth and slickness a constant presence as I closed my eyes.
In the darkness, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment. I had served my goddess to the best of my ability, and despite her playful teasing, I knew that she was pleased with my efforts. The intimate connection we had shared, the raw intensity of our night together, filled me with a sense of belonging and purpose.
As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but look forward to the adventures that awaited us. The challenges and the overwhelming sensations were all part of our unique bond, a testament to the power and intimacy of our relationship. Covered by the folds of Ruby's vagina, I found solace in the warmth and closeness of her body, my mind filled with thoughts of the nights to come.