I awaken on my back in a pungent place that’s soft and almost stiflingly warm. The aroma of a man’s essence surrounds me. It’s dim, but not pitch black; I can see light gently shining through the giant fabric above me.
Morning birds are chirping, and I hear the sound of running water in the distance. It’s the sound of someone taking a shower in one of our mega mansion’s bathrooms.
I’m not at Mr. Reed’s farm anymore, but I’m wearing the same clothes as yesterday minus my shoes and socks.
A giant’s sizable energy wraps around me like a loving blanket. I’m inside their boxer briefs, and we’re resting on a giant bed.
If I were a Wolfian like Henry, I could know whose underwear I’m in just by the smell. But what I can’t discern by smell, I can by sizable energy. There’s no doubt about it: I’m in my husband Henry’s boxer briefs.
From where I am now, his groin looks exactly like the groin of any giant human holding me snugly in his underwear.
Wolfians have all the features of normal humans, with a few additions. In addition to their human ears, they have a perky pair of wolf ears on top of their heads. And when they open their mouths, you can see their adorable fangs.
I stand up on the soft surface of Henry’s skin and lean against his giant penis. He’s hairless down here, same as Timber, and his dick isn’t erect. I’m about the size of just his dick head.
I direct my sizable sense inward to check my current size. As my aura appears for a split second, I confirm I’m at my base height of 5’7. That means Henry is at his base height, 40 stories.
When the two of us are at our base heights, I’m proportionally one inch tall by ordinary human measures.
“Henry, are you awake?” I shout as I rub my eyes.
His giant dick immediately stands to attention, tenting his boxer briefs. But he doesn’t say anything.
“I had a rough day yesterday. Can we skip the bully play for now?”
I reflexively grab onto Henry’s giant dick as the ground beneath me shifts. I hear the yawn of a 40-story-tall 22-year-old. It’s coy and loud, like he’s putting on the performance of an unaware giant.
I sigh. “If you can hear my heartbeat, I know you hear me talking to you!”
Henry starts to fake snore.
“Alright, you want me to get out of here myself?”
I crouch as I move toward the waistband of Henry’s boxer briefs. I know this is futile, but that’s part of the game he’s forcing me to play.
The strong fabric of the giant waistband securely hugs Henry’s skin. I grab some fabric in front of me, straighten my back, tighten my core, and try to heave the waistband up.
After ten seconds of straining my muscles, it hasn’t budged.
“You win, Henry! I’m not strong enough to escape! I’m a microscopic, helpless creature at the mercy of a drowsy titan! Please let me out!”
Henry yawns, more softly than last time. “What was that sound? A little person asking for my help?”
“I can’t get out of here until you let me! My small body isn’t strong enough to lift this giant waistband!”
“It sounds like a person who left his husband all alone on campus for half a day.”
“Mr. Reed needed help with a giant incident!”
“Whatever kept his husband waiting sure took a long time. Hours of sitting and waiting and worrying. Maybe the little person should have to wait just as long.”
“You can’t keep me in here for half a day!”
“Timber’s kept you in his shoe for a whole day.”
After taking a deep breath, I try to heave the waistband up again to no avail. “How many times do I have to humiliate myself before you’ll let me out?”
The giant and erect penis behind me lurches. It’s six times my size, taunting me with an air of playful dominance, and smells like unmitigated male arousal.
Henry’s lucidity hasn’t dropped at all; this is is normal personality when he feels safe. All he ever wanted was to have a happy life with people who accept him.
My own lucidity, however, is dipping ever so slightly.
“I guess I’ll live here now,” I say as I walk toward his dick and rest my face on it. It’s really warm.
I hug Henry’s dick as if it were my lover. I can only wrap my arms around 90% of its circumference. I happily rub my cheek against the soft skin and give it a lick.
I look down at my clothes. If the air I’m breathing weren’t saturated with Henry’s scent, I would smell work of yesterday’s mission on my clothes.
That’s right. I fell asleep in Timber’s shirt pocket yesterday. I must have been sound asleep when Timber picked up Henry, and they decided not to wake me up.
“I’m sorry I didn’t see you yesterday,” I say without shouting. I know my Wolfian husband can hear me at any volume. “You should’ve made me wake up.”
“Timber would have been made at me. You looked too cute to wake up anyway.”
I smile as I take a step back, remove my T-shirt, and hold it in my hand. I’m not a huge muscle hunk like my husbands, but you can’t do Size Support missions for years without developing an athletic body.
But to be honest, even without the missions, daily sex with a 40-story-tall Wolfian is a workout routine Olympic athletes would respect.
I hug Henry’s dick again, skin on skin, and it responds with a happy wobble.
“Hey, that feels nice,” Henry says. “I might forgive you sooner than I thought.”
“A tiny husband has to make his giants feel good,” I say as I flex my arms and kiss his length. “It’s a tough job, but it’s worth the workout.”
I wrap my T-shirt around the far side of Henry’s penis, holding the shirt with both hands while gratefully hugging his dick, and start to climb his dick like a tree.
Henry’s dick swells a bit larger as I make my climb. I’m used to that, so I easily keep my balance as I move upward.
Ordinary humans with size kinks fantasize about sex with giants, but a lot of them don’t realize how much physical exertion it can require. The gentle giants who indulge them do all the work, and even sadistic giants have to compromise their desires to engage in size play with inexperienced people.
As a tiny with two giant husbands who like to bully me, I get no luxurious treatment when my guys are horny. Fortunately, my experience doing Size Support missions has given me more than enough training.
Henry’s dick arches to the left as I climb. When I reach the base of his dick head, my T-shirt gets stuck between the far side of his dick and his underwear fabric.
I squeeze my arms and legs tighter against his penis as I lick and nibble at the foreskin.
Henry lets out an appreciative moan. “I’m almost ready to forgive you. Let me help.”
I feel Henry’s giant hand hold me steady against his dick from the outside. His underwear fabric feels slightly coarse against my back. He teasingly strengthens and weakens his grip on me like I’m a plastic stress ball.
With his other hand, he opens the front hole of his boxer briefs and brings me and his dick into the morning light.
I see his gigantic smiling face. He’s a blonde muscle hunk with short hair, and as handsome as any 22-year-old movie star.
A human unfamiliar with Wolfians would focus on the wolf ears perched atop his head, but my gaze it focused on his innocent yellow eyes.
He licks his lips, and I catch a glimpse of his fangs.
“Keep it up, and I might give you a reward,” he says with a playful grin.
Balancing my feet on his length, I use the force of my T-shirt to pull down his foreskin. It moves a bit. After two more attempts, it’s down far enough that his man meat is slightly revealed.
I climb up a bit higher and take whiff of his exposed meat. Moist with precum, it’s dark pink and engorged with love. If my mind weren’t in small space, I would be embarrassed to enjoy a such a raunchy aroma.
I nibble on the edge of Henry’s moist foreskin. He meekly whimpers like a puppy begging for his favorite treat, and gently rubs my back muscles with with giant thumb.
I drop my head in deeper and lick his meat where it connects with his foreskin. Henry’s whimpers get louder.
Time to go for the grand prize.
I gingerly lick his piss slit. Henry’s grip on my body tightens, and I hear him fail to hold in his loud whimpers.
When he holds in his whimpers, I remember all the emotions he held in when we first met. The real Henry was buried underneath so much guilt and fear back then, even he didn’t know who he was.
My reminiscing is interrupted by an eruption of sticky, white cum that drenches my face and upper body. Some of it gets in my nose.
Damn, I forgot to hold my breath. I open my mouth, but the goopy semen doesn’t let any air come through.
I squirm against Henry’s powerful hand. I hope he recognizes this as the air squirm, not the cute squirm.
“Is that the air squirm?” he says. “Good, now you know how I feel when you abandon me. I’ll forgive you when you pass out.”
Is he really that angry? What did Timber say to him?
As I squirm with increasing panic, I feet Henry pull me off of his dick and raise me to his face. He delicately licks the cum off me, and I can breathe again.
“Just kidding,” he says.
I open my eyes and look into his giant mouth. If he were the world-ending threat his pack thought he was, the giant fangs before me would be the last thing I ever saw.
My giant husbands gulps down his cum. Just the sound of him gulping is so sexy. I wonder if he’ll swallow me next. Instead, he gives me my “reward” by continuing to lick me, well-known love language for Wolfians.
I try to speak, but I can barely get a word out before his rough tongue silences me with another wave of relentless affection.
Shortly before the assault of licks becomes too much to bear, the sound of running water I heard earlier stops. A few moments later, Timber emerges from our 50-story bathroom wearing a towel.
“Cut it out, mutt,” Timber says. “Three dog kisses is the limit, remember?”
Halting his licks, Henry pulls me back so I can see his whole face. He flops his wolf ears down, but grins with a look of giddy satisfaction. “Sorry,” he says.
He’s barely pretending to be embarrassed. The cute dog ear apology works on me sometimes, but not Timber.
“If you overwhelm Lance, I won’t be able to size play with him later,” Timber says. “I’m already sacrificing my Saturday to deal with the vandal in our containment room. So don’t be selfish, okay?”
“I’m overwhelming him? You’re the meathead who turned unlucid and made Lance use all his sizable energy! And I bet you were making him late even before Mr. Reed showed up!”
Timber scoffs and turns his head to the side. “I’m making up for it by submitting the vandal for registration. You have Lance to yourself today.”
It’s normal for my husbands to talk about me like a toy they have to share. It’s nice to be desired, but when they do it right in front of me, I wonder if it’s supposed to be a subtle form of bullying.
Henry’s eyes widen. Beaming ear to ear, he starts licking me again as he grips me tightly. I shield my face with my hands at first, but when Timber starts to get dressed without saying anything, I give up the fight.
When I stop fighting back, Henry stops and looks at me with genuine concern. “Why’d you stop squirming? Are you still tired from yesterday?”
“Does it matter?” I say.
Henry frowns. He’s thinking about something he doesn’t want to say.
Henry turns to Timber. “I’m gonna prove how not-selfish I am! You gave Lance an afternoon full of problems, but I’ll give him a perfect Saturday!”
“You mean you’re going to stick him in your boxer briefs all day while you do nerd stuff?”
“He likes being in there!”
“Don’t keep him in your underwear all day. Switch it up with some foot worship at lunch time.”
“I won’t keep him in my shoe while I eat lunch! I’ll set him on the table and feed him...cubes of cheese! And he’ll look really cute! And I’ll give him crackers too!”
Timber puts on his signature opened dress shirt and tie, muscular torso proudly exposed. “Have a blast. I look forward to hearing what a great husband you were when I get back.”
Timber throws a pair of giant khaki shorts at Henry’s face. Direct hit.
“That’s the outfit you planned on wearing today, isn’t it?” Timber says.
Henry removes the khakis with his free hand, struggling to think of another retort.
Timber kneels on our giant bed and scritches Henry’s wolf ears. Slightly blushing, Henry can’t stop them from cheerfully twitching at Timber’s touch.
“Have a good day,” Timber says to both of us.
