Magic Feet 3: The Bamboleo

After moving to a safe distance from the fight, he sat down and watched until it was over. Jane had probably never scrapped with a girl in her life. Bel, a little more street-savvy with deep roots in her gypsy culture, knew how to handle herself. So after putting Jane in a chokehold and rendering the dancer nearly unconscious, she let go and then started walking toward her minuscule lover.

Until now, Jason was having a good time. He’d been an unwilling shrunken participant with interchangeable giant women to explore. It was fun, but now he was so small and insignificant that he worried about getting hurt. Right now, he was of little concern. The giantesses, who weren’t really giantesses at all, were fighting on the bed.

His girlfriend Jane and his lover Bel were both angry at the sudden reversal of power—or more precisely, the equalization of power. They were no more than six inches tall, goddesses to a tiny Jason who wasn’t even as tall as their ankles.

The whole world looked odd at such a small, insignificant size. The bedsheets were like loosely-woven nets, but he paid little attention to those because he had to dodge giant, stomping feet. He’d never felt less a man than he did right now.

After moving to a safe distance from the fight, he sat down and watched until it was over. Jane had probably never scrapped with a girl in her life. Bel, a little more street-savvy with deep roots in her gypsy culture, knew how to handle herself. So after putting Jane in a chokehold and rendering the dancer nearly unconscious, she let go and then started walking toward her miniscule lover.

“This isn’t over!” said Jane, wobbly on her feet. She wiped a smear of blood from her nose and gave chase but almost immediately crashed back to the bed. “Where are you going?”

“To get us help,” she said. “You’ve put us in a very bad spot!”

It was true. Originally, Jane had used her shrink ray to make Bel and Jason small. What she didn’t realize was that Bel came from a long line of magic wielders, and was able to steal Jane’s size for herself, turning the tables in a very favorable manner for Jason. But then Jane was able to secure her device and shrink Bel again—while Jason served as a human dildo. And now the board was set—a pair of six-inch ladies and a man so small he could fit on their hands.

And as he was thinking this, Bel swooped down and snatched him off the bed and continued to walk away, toward the pillow. She climbed atop it, keeping the tiny man above her head. When she lumbered across it and stood by the nightstand, Jane decided to follow.

“How? How can you get us help?”

“I’m going to send a text message to someone who knows all about shrinking magic.”

“What? No way will you involve a third party!” Jane started to march up the pillow but Bel put her foot on the girl’s forehead and shoved her back down. Jane fell a few inches onto her back. She wasn’t hurt, but she was certainly angry.

“Do you have a better idea? Does that fancy shrink ray of yours have a reverse?” She pointed to it, now at the far end of the bed where Jane in her shrunken form had managed to squeeze off a blast.

Jane shook her head and ran nervous fingers through her sweaty hair. It was always so obvious when she was upset. Jason had learned to read her as surely as any book. And the Book of Jane was shallow indeed.

“No, it doesn’t work that way. It can kill you if you try to re-enlarge.”

Bel hopped on over to the nightstand and placed Jason on the surface. He felt more secure here, rather than in the folds of the bedsheets. She knelt down at her phone and used both hands to swipe the screen until her text messaging app popped up. After sending a lengthy message, she sat down on her bottom and rocked back and forth.

“Now what?” asked Jane from the pillow.

Bel said, “Now we wait.”

***

It took almost an hour before they heard Bel’s apartment door open, and not a moment too soon. The girls had been silent the whole time, the tension thick enough to taste in the air. Jason wanted to say something but figured stone-cold silence was better than fighting. All three of them stood the moment they heard footsteps in the hallway beyond, and Jason surely wasn’t ready for the beauty that appeared in the bedroom door.

An enormous lady strolled into the room, her dark eyes and hair suggesting something exotic. She was one of the prettiest women Jason had ever seen, but perhaps that was simply because of her proportions. Right now, she was like a moving mountain. In her hands, she carried a large purse with many jewels and sequins. Although she was dressed modest in a pair of blue jeans and a crop top that showed off her perfect, flat stomach, Jason had the suspicion that she often wore clothes with a bit more flair.

“Who is this?” he whispered. When Bel answered, he was certain it was just a coincidence because it seemed unlikely she would hear him so far away.

Proudly, she said, “A childhood friend from my tribe. Meet Kezia.”

The giantess glanced across the room until she finally spotted the tiny women on the bed and nightstand. There was no way she could see Jason, so he attempted to climb atop Bel’s phone but even with it lying flat, he was still too small to hoist himself up. The girl’s dark eyes lit up at the sight of shrunken women and she dropped her purse and bounded over.

“What do we have here?” she asked in a sweet voice that still boomed to the tiny man. He was resting against the cellphone and could feel the vibration all the way down to his feet.

“Thank God you’re here,” said Bel.

“Is this person going to help us?” Jane asked, hopping across the bed and onto the table. Jason stared up at both women with wide, lustful eyes.

“That depends, little lady. My name’s Kezia. You can call me Kez. Who’re you?”

“I’m Jane Laroquette. You’ve probably heard of me.”

Kez shrugged and pulled her hair back behind her ears. “Can’t say that I have.” She turned her attention to Bel. “I see you’re still messing with magic that’s far above your head.”

Bel looked as if she wanted to launch into a tirade, but rather than make the giantess less cooperative, she nodded. “You’re right. You’re so right. I really screwed up. Can you reverse my size? Make me big again?”

“Of course I can. That’s my specialty, after all. But I first have to make sure it’s a good idea.”

“What’s she talking about?” Jane asked Bel. “I thought you said she’d help us.”

“I want her to help me. I don’t care about you.”

“I’m helping no one until I understand what happened here.” Kez’s hand lashed out and grabbed Jane and lifted her up to her face. She smiled and looked as if she might kiss the little woman but held back. “You are not starting on the right foot, little lady. I’d watch that tone if I were you.”

She placed Jane back on the nightstand and the shrunken woman stepped back and dusted herself off, as if she were actually wearing clothes that Kez managed to dirty. Bel approached the giantess and said, “Fine, just . . . what do you want to know?”

The giantess used both hands to gently shove aside the tiny women. Standing there in the middle was Jason, hardly as big as the first digit of one finger. When she smiled, it dominated his entire field of vision.

“Look at you!” she said, and put her finger out to nudge him. Her nail was wider than his entire body. He’d grown accustomed to seeing Bel and Jane as giantesses, but this was something totally new—this was a scale he couldn’t fathom. When he took a step back she giggled and said, “Now don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you . . . unless you deserve it. Ladies, does he deserve it?”

Jane said yes at the same time as Bel said no. The inability to agree made the giantess laugh again. Finally, Bel said, “He’s a good guy. He just had a shitty girlfriend.”

“Excuse me?” said Jane, and although Jason thought her tone was more standoffish than aggressive, Kez didn’t see it that way. She used her thumb and finger to knock the dancer off her feet. Jane struggled to get up but Kez held her down with the tip of her finger, despite the tiny woman’s protests.

“What’s your name, little man?”

“Jason,” he said.

“I think I’ve heard Jason, but I’m not sure. You’re just too small for my big ears, guy. Let’s fix that, shall we?”

His heart soared. He was finally getting fixed—and it would happen before either of the ladies. Jason knew his good looks and charm could get him whatever he wanted. Bel had been easy, Jane had been even easier. Kez, while still mysterious, no doubt had a weakness. When he was back to normal and they were standing over this pair of shrunken ladies, he would twist her ear until she let him go—and made sure the women kept their mouths shut.

Kez straightened her back and put her hands on the nightstand, palms facing up. Her fingers were adorned with many rings, tipped by nails that were long, red, and tapered. She opened her eyes and stared ahead, as if in a daze. Jason normally would’ve thought this girl was all show, like one of those cheap fortune tellers that were always set up in a strip mall. But as soon as the irises in her eyes turned white, he knew something was happening. An errant wind blew through the bedroom and tossed her hair aside, but none of the little people could feel it.

The head of his cock started to throb. Sweet arousal came from nowhere. Jason could feel whatever magic Kez commanded flowing through his body. He grinned mischievously, first at Bel and then Jane as they towered above him. As the giantesses stared with a mixture of confusion and jealousy, he reminded himself that they could still stomp him flat if he wasn’t careful.

Then he was rising up, his body swelling with size. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke, watching as the world became smaller. When he was knee-height to the giantesses, they backed up for a better look. But then his eyes found Kez—this massive woman who was becoming slightly less massive. He wanted to get off so badly but he thought he’d save it for later, when he was pumping his cum inside this exotic beauty.

The warmth faded from his bones and he stared on in confusion. Immediately, the arousal left and he was questioning the magic. Had something gone wrong? Did her spell fizzle out, as if she were no more than a street corner card magician? Her eyes returned, dilated, and focused on him. She was grinning ear to ear. Kez had never meant to restore him to his regular size. Looking to his left and right, he found Jane and Bel, now of equal size to him. Kez was merely leveling the playing field of these three shrunken toys.

“What the hell, lady? Fix me back!” he said, and now she could clearly hear him.

“I have fixed you,” she said, standing up and looking down at him with a mix of disgust and amusement. “For now. I still don’t trust you, little man.”

“What about us?” Bel asked, stepping forward. “You could at least make us big again!”

“You’re right, I totally could. But I want to have a little fun first. I’m sure you two enjoyed that little man many times before I arrived. Correct?”

They nodded, unsure of her game.

“You both used him for your own fucktoy, correct?”

Again, they nodded. Jason’s confidence was slowly starting to return. Maybe this wasn’t turning out how he expected—but perhaps it would still go in his favor. Kez took a step back and put her hands on her hips, then she reached up and pulled the band from her hair until her long, frizzy locks—black and floral scented—fell down. He had no idea she had such long, beautiful hair.

And then, unexpected to all three, her nimble fingers came up and started to unfasten the top button. After two more, her beautiful, olive skin peeked through and Jason could see the underside of a black, lacy bra.

“What the hell are you doing, Kez?” asked Bel, stepping forward.

She continued to unbutton her shirt until it was hanging open, revealing a beautiful pierced navel with a tiny, dangling crystal. She said, “I want to enjoy the same fun you ladies had. But in all my years of mastering size magic, I’ve never once enjoyed a shrunken lover as beautiful as him—or you! Now that I have three of them, I think I should be open to suggestions.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Jane. “Why aren’t you restoring us to normal size?” She stomped her foot but it was hardly threatening to such a big lady.

“I’ve played with tinies before, but never the way I really wanted to. I want to test my limits. I want to know just how much fun I can have with shrunken people. You three are pros by now, I would wager.”

She unbuttoned her jeans and danced out of them, her hair moving in such a hypnotic rhythm that Jason wondered if it had its own brand of magic. When she was out of the jeans, she kicked them to the side and stood there wearing nothing but her panties. A dark-skinned hand traced across her taut stomach muscles.

“No one is going to tell me?”

“Get bent, you oversized bitch!” said Jane.

Bel stepped in front before Kezia’s wrath could rain down. “Let’s just all be civil here, okay? Kez, make us big.” She turned to Jason before adding, “Just the ladies. The three of us can have him together. You’ll see how much fun it can be.”

“Wow,” Jason said. “I can’t believe even you would turn on me.”

Bel looked away, her mind in pure survival mode. Jane grinned, hoping that the giantess would go for such an offer.

Kez smiled and dropped back to her knees, putting her breasts right in front of the tiny people. The shrunken man wanted nothing more than to rush forward, push his body against her nipple, and feel it get larger against him. But she was more interested in talking at the moment, so he kept his behavior in check.

“That does sound like a good idea,” she said. “I’m sure I’d love that a lot.”

Jason’s heart sank, as did his hard-on. The girls stepped up to him, both putting arms around his body as if they were just one happy family. Jane whispered in his ear, “I’m going fuck your body so hard. You’ll be lucky to escape without a broken neck.”

Bel, on the other side: “I’ll try to be gentle. But I’m sorry, this is pretty fucking hot. I don’t know how well I’ll be able to hold back.”

“What do you think, ladies? Are you up for a four-way unlike any you’ve ever seen before?” Jason became nervous as he caught the mischievous gleam in Kez’s eyes as she spoke those words.

Both nodded eagerly, desperate for whatever it took to regain their size. Kez put her hands on the dresser again, palms up. Jane and Bel stepped back, giving themselves room to expand. Jason’s head dropped, knowing that while he’d have fun with their sex games, it would still be borderline painful. And even then, would Kez offer to make him big again?

But just before the giantess’s eyes filled with milky magic, she grinned and said, “You know what? Maybe we should hear what the little man says. Jason, what should I do?”

Both shrunken women blanched over such a reversal.

He grinned and stepped up to the edge of the dresser and said, “I would gladly be your little pussy fucktoy. And these two should go right under your feet and massage while I work you over.”

Kezia straightened her back and fanned herself as if she’d suddenly grown hot. She said, “Sorry ladies, but the little man makes a really good point. Plus, my feet arereally achy. I’m going to do what he says.”

“No!” Jane said. “Don’t you see, he’s playing you!”

“I think he played you, too, lady. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Now c’mon.”

Jane tried to run but it was easy enough for Kezia’s big hand to sweep across and catch her. Bel was still trying to reason, but her words were abruptly cut off when another hand snatched her in mid-sentence. Jason was left in the middle, and for a moment it was like they were the only two in existence. Kez leaned in and motioned for the tiny man to step up onto her shoulder.

He did, loving the lilac and spice smell of her hair now that it was in his face. Her skin was so silky and smooth and he grabbed onto the fibers as she leaned back and then stood. He rotated around, using the hair like ropes, so he could see where they were going. The giantess lumbered off, leaving the bedroom and going back into the front room with the sofa. Jason did his best to hang on, thankful for her beautiful, curly locks.

She sat down on the sofa and he nearly toppled off as she dropped the pair of shrunken women on the floor. “Now, I want you both on your backs, ready to receive my feet. If you run off, we’re going to have another discussion.”

“Kez, why are you doing this?” asked Bel. “I called you over here to help me!”

“Yeah, you did. But on the way, I started to realize that maybe you didn’t deserve help. After all, you knew he was seeing Jane, yet you still slept with him. Were you trying to work your way to the top—or were you just that horny!? Maybe my purpose is to deal out a little punishment.”

“You’re crazy,” said the shrunken woman.

“You haven’t seen crazy. Hope that you don’t, Bel. Now get on your back like a good girl.”

Reluctantly, she and Jane both did as the giantess commanded. Kezia was taking her time, allowing the shrunken man to watch the events unfold. Once the tiny women were flat, Kez extended her beautiful feet, first coming down on the heels, then laying the pad flat across the tiny women. She kept the pressure off but there were screams of surprise until Kez was comfortable.

Her hand reached up and pulled the tiny man from her hair and held him at arm’s length. “Those little foot pets are doing a wonderful job. You’re here to put the icing on the cake, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. She opened her hand and turned so that he could sit on her palm, and so she could see his erection. It was fired up again, and he started stroking it as if she were expecting him to do it.

“You ready to show me what you got?”

“Are you wet?” he asked.

“A little. But you’re gonna help with that.”

And then, she grabbed him in her fist and turned him over so that only his head was poking out. She rubbed him between her legs, dragging his face across her labia and then up to her clit. She did a few circles with him, each time the friction melting away because she was getting wet. The circles got faster, as did her straight line up and down her slit. Kezia was slowly warming up, as evidenced by her soft moans, gentle trembling, and wonderful heat, scent, and wetness. Somewhere below, a muffled voice said something that neither of them cared about.

Kezia paused long enough to let Jason watch her torment the girl tinies. She placed him between her breasts, his hands hanging on as if he were in the biggest, comfiest armchair. The giantess twisted her feet atop the tiny women. Neither were screaming out, as the pressure wasn’t intense, but they still weren’t happy. It was particularly entertaining when Kezia’s foot slid down and her toes gripped Jane’s cheeks. The former dancer had never looked so angry.

“Which one do you like best?” asked the giantess, her voice becoming a ragged purr. “Bel or Jane?”

“Um . . .”

“Come on, don’t lie to me!”

“I guess . . . Bel.”

“You’re a real son of a bitch,” Jane said, just before Kezia covered her face with the pad of her foot. Luckily for both tiny women, the scent of her feet was strong, but not unpleasant—a heady mix of shoe-leather, floral scented lotion, and something subtle and exotic – Kez’s own exotic aroma.

“I have an idea,” said the giantess.

She rotated Jason around, then dragged her fingers across his legs to indicate she wanted him straight as an arrow. And then, she was shoving him into her—legs first. This was becoming easier with each girl—after all, this was his third one in just two days. But Kezia was a relative newbie, by her own word, so she missed the cues for when Jason planned to stop and when he planned to push. She let the vacuum of her muscles take over, her moans increasing with every inch of him that disappeared into her wetness. When he was in all the way to the shoulders, she contracted, holding him in place. From here, he couldn’t see her face, only the curve of her lips and the tiny tuft of hair above.

Kezia used one hand to cup beneath Jason and he was unsure why she wanted to brace his head. But then Bel was dangling above him, the little woman kicking her legs because of the precarious way the giantess held her beneath the arms. She gave the tiny girl a shake.

“Stop thrashing or you’re going to kick your love right in his face.”

That settled Bel and then it became clear what Kez was trying to do. Bel’s feet parted around his head, touching down on Kezia’s open hand. She slid down the giant labia until her pussy was right against Jason’s face. He took in her scent and her taste, now mingled with Kezia’s own.

“Do a good job for your lover, Jason.”

He wasn’t so sure he could, given the fact that all he had access to was his face. His entire body was inside Kezia, gripped as tight as a bundle of ropes. Still, he licked and kissed and sucked. Bel seemed to enjoy it and she made it easier for him by leaning over his head and resting her forearms across two of Kezia’s fingers.

“You mad?” he managed to whisper between slurps.

“Just shut up,” she said, and collapsed deeper against the giant fingers.

They played this game for ten minutes, drenching the tiny man. “I think I’m getting a little jealous,” said the big lady. “I’m going to borrow him for a bit. Hope you don’t mind, Bel.”

And then she was contracting her muscles, sucking him until his head blew right past Bel’s pussy and entered the giantess’s love tunnel. It was dark, as usual, but Jason knew the drill. He pulled himself deeper on his elbows until he could go no further, then started to twist around, ensuring that he wouldn’t be in this dark, wet canal for long.

But Kezia took much longer to get off than his last two lovers. In fact, he spent at least ten minutes searching for air pockets so he didn’t fall beneath the wetness he continued to generate. When she was close, her whole canal trembled and each time it felt like the life was being squeezed from him. For the first time, he wanted out of a woman’s pleasure zone, so he started to crawl toward freedom. Lucky for him, her fingers appeared, dragging him out of the entrance and up to her clit. With this added help, she gave a final throe of pleasure, then ejected him out on a wave of juices.

When he was sitting on her palm, juices dribbling over her fingers, he looked for his shrunken comrades and saw neither. Kezia held him up so he could dry out before her eyes, then placed him on the sofa. The pair of ladies were both sitting there, huddled together as if they were afraid to move.

“Well that was fucking awesome! The best I’ve ever had!” she said. “Wasn’t easy though, was it?”

Jason shook his head, her juices flying off his head. He looked at the shrunken ladies, neither of them making eye contact. It made him wonder what Kezia wanted to do with them next.

She slithered off the sofa and leaned her elbow on the cushion. Her cheeks were rosy and she still hadn’t gotten her breath under control. “Which one of them do you like to fuck most of all?”

“Why do you keep playing these games? Just make us big,” he said, suddenly sharing the girls’ irritation and impatience.

She threw her head back and laughed, revealing the pink roof of her mouth. “Which one of them is the tightest? I gotta know. It’s Jane, isn’t it.”

And the way both Jason and Jane looked in opposite directions told her all she needed to know. Again, she laughed and picked Jason up by the waist.

“What are you doing?”

“I knew it,” she said, ignoring the question. “Little miss prancer looks like she’d be tight. Here, go fuck her. I’ll help!”

As Kezia rolled over onto her back, she picked up Jane. Then she plopped the tiny woman down on her back and put Jason on top. Using his stiff erection as a guide, she helped maneuver him inside Jane, then thrust the tiny man herself. Jane just lay there, panting and trying not to show the enjoyment on her face. No matter how hard Jason tried, there was no way he could pull out.

“She’s loving it,” said Kezia. “But I think you might be too big for her.”

She separated her tiny people, then put a finger atop Jane’s head. And much to Jason and Bel’s dismay, the little woman started to grow. It wasn’t much, just enough to give Jane false hope that she was being restored. But as Jason stood and approached his former girlfriend, so too did Jane so she could gauge her height.

She was almost twice the height of the tiny man. If he wanted, he could walk right up and kiss her stomach but he didn’t dare try. There was so much malice in her eyes. So much, Jane wanted to throttle him but he knew she wouldn’t make an attempt. At least not while Kezia was present. His only hope was that the giantess would gift him with a little more height soon enough.

“Okay, Jane, back on your knees.”

The mini-giantess sneered at Kezia, and when she refused to move, a large hand pressed on her back until her knees buckled and she went over. Another hand wrapped around Jason and put him on his knees, as well. Then, she dragged him forward just as two fingers batted Jane’s legs apart.

“Hey, maybe we shouldn’t do this,” said the tiny man, fearing later retribution when Kezia wasn’t looking.

“She wants it, big guy. I can see it on her face.”

Kezia lined up his cock and pushed him in, just as Jane collapsed and started to smile. She was trying so hard to remain stoic but his cock just felt so nice to her. The giantess moved back up to the sofa and threw her feet around Bel. The little gypsy girl watched on, unsure of what would happen next.

“Let’s make things interesting, shall we?” said the giantess.

Bel’s eyes lit up.

And as Jason grabbed Jane’s oversized ass and began thrusting on his own power, he saw Bel’s shock of black hair suddenly rise above Kezia’s knee. She was much bigger than either tiny person, yet she wasn’t normal size, at least not yet.

She threw her legs across Kezia’s stomach, inching her pussy closer and closer to Jane’s face. Bel was probably two-feet tall, around double the dancer’s size. When she was in place, Jason slapped Jane’s ass and started to pound her even harder. With each thrust, her body shifted forward, driving her face right into Bel’s sweet spot.

“This is fucking hot!” shouted Kezia. Bel used one hand to brace herself on the giantess’s thigh and used the other to reach behind and push into the giantess. She was the perfect size to insert a few fingers while using a thumb to rub across her clit. Jason could feel the big lady trembling beneath his knees as he continued to thrust.

All four were shaky, wet, and moaning in pleasure. Bel kept her back arched, kept her knees bent, and kept her pussy right Jane’s face. Jane braced herself on Kezia’s pubic bone and licked each time a thrust drove her forward. Jason could feel her getting wetter with every passing second.

She was the first to get off, her orgasm exploding wetness across his cock. After that came Bel who likewise erupted in a gush of juices that hit the foot-tall woman so completely that it was dripping off her earlobes. Next came the giantess, her orgasm rocking them all.

Finally, Jason shot his load, his warm goo pumping into Jane until he was so tired that he collapsed across her ass. For a moment, they all lay there, panting and listening to each other’s heartbeats and deep breathing. Jason wasn’t sure what would happen next, but he was certainly feeling inferior to each one of them.

After it was over, Kezia lifted them all and placed them on the sofa. They stood, with Jason a mere six inches, Jane a foot tall, and Bel two feet tall. Kezia was still a colossal beauty, but little by little, the ladies were catching up. He took a step back and covered himself, unsure of why he was suddenly feeling modest. Bel looked down at him and smirked. Jane wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone, a deep rage building inside.

“Now, what should we do next?” she asked. “Maybe I’ll make Jason bigger. I mean really big. I could blow him up to ten feet tall and we could all play on his dick. How’s that sound?”

He was the only one who smiled over such a prospect.

Then she shook her head. “Nah, I don’t think so. I have an even better idea . . .”

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