The Wolf and the Mousey Goddess [Part 2]

“Before we start...” Ayita began, reaching into a huge desk drawer beside the bed; “You’ll need this.” She handed him a flashlight with a strap on it. “It’s supposed to be for spelunking, and... well, you’re gonna be doing that anyway if this is gonna work.”
Ian laughed. He knew she was serious, but it was a funny situation nonetheless. “Yeah, I guess I am at that.” He took the light and strapped it onto his head.

Ayita reached in again “Plus, I’m gonna have to lube your whole body. You’re gonna be plunged real deep into me and you’ll wanna be able to move OK. Don’t worry about fur coming off you and making me itchy afterward, there’s some stuff I use for that problem.”
“You’ve had experience then.” Ian said with a smile. He figured she had anyway, who could resist? Who would dare? One misplaced paw step and bye-bye boyfriend.

She squeezed the bottle over him and a massive douse of liquid hit him suddenly. He dropped to the floor from the assaulting lube. Some of it ended up in Ian’s mouth. Strawberry flavoured? He pondered. What am I, desert? Ayita giggled “Hehehe, sorry, guess that was too much.” She picked him up and began a full-body massage. She was gentler than he expected. She did every part of him except his groin first... she slowly moved inwards from the extremities. It was quite deliberate. Eventually, her large but nimble fingers moved towards his throbbing manhood. She brushed it lightly. It tickled him, and he twitched. She stroked his member gently. Ian’s face winced with pleasure, moving from one expression to another. Eventually, stroking became a gentle massage. Massage became harder rubbing.

Hand-job would not be an appropriate word; the fact his penis was smaller than her claws at this point precluded that. Finger-tip job, perhaps? In any case, he was in heaven. Eventually, her large but nimble fingers moved towards his throbbing manhood. She brushed it lightly. It tickled him, and he twitched. She stroked his member gently. Ian’s face winced with pleasure, moving from one expression to another. Eventually, stroking became a gentle massage. Massage became harder rubbing. Hand-job would not be an appropriate word; the fact his penis was smaller than her claws at this point precluded that. Finger-tip job, perhaps? In any case, he was in heaven. Eventually, her large but nimble fingers moved towards his throbbing manhood. She brushed it lightly. It tickled him, and he twitched. She stroked his member gently. Ian’s face winced with pleasure, moving from one expression to another. Eventually, stroking became a gentle massage. Massage became harder rubbing. Hand-job would not be an appropriate word; the fact his penis was smaller than her claws at this point precluded that. Finger-tip job, perhaps? In any case, he was in heaven. 

Ten minutes passed, and Ian was dizzy from pleasure. She wasn’t letting up, and he wasn’t letting in. Ayita decided to switch tactics. She moved her paw away from him and lifted him up to her face. Ian looked to her with a curious expression as she winked at him. He witnessed her maw open. It was large enough to trap him inside, though it would be stuffy. He stared down at her gullet. He worried for a moment he might end up sliding down her throat into a waiting stomach. Had this been her plan? Trap a wolf, tease him with sex, and gobble him up? It was possible. Some of the more feral wolves had been known to do so to smaller creatures such as mice. Was this revenge? He struggled a little in her grasp, and she held tighter.

“Don’t be afraid.” She said, in a calm but nonetheless intimidating tone. “You’re not gonna be mouse-food. Not today.” She extended her tongue towards him. It scraped her paw, and eventually met his groin. She licked him once in a smooth motion. It stroked against his penis quite hard, then up his entire torso, kissing his face. “Mmm... a tasty wolf you are, though. It would be tempting.” Against his increasingly strong instinct survival, he found himself getting more turned on with the added danger. He squirmed in her grip, and the tongue came in for another pass.

The lickings continued for some time, with greater intensity each time, as did Ian’s struggles. He was enjoying this, though he was acutely aware of his vulnerability here. It could turn at any moment if her mood changed. Suddenly, Ian realised she hadn’t licked him for a while. Her emerald eyes were fixed on him. “Still nothing, my little love toy?” It wasn’t a question. “Alright, I’ll have to up the stakes...”

Ayita’s mouth opened and Ian was once again staring into her gaping maw. Before, it seemed more playful, he knew he wouldn’t really be dropped in it. He knew the large mouse didn’t honestly want so gulp him down. This time was different. There seemed to be more immediacy and emergency. Before, Ian’s struggles had merely been him playing into the fantasy. Now, though, h tried to push apart Ayita’s fingers in earnest now. His rippling muscles managed to slightly loosen her grip as her hand tilted. It was for naught, though. She let go in any case, and he fell into her waiting mouth.

Ayita’s lips closed around Ian’s mid-rift. He could feel saliva filling her mouth as his lower body was trapped. “Y-you’re not really going to...?” He attempted. She grinned, her tongue caressing his lower body. When she spoke, it was muffled.
“Hno, hunh, Ih’m nahh gonhna eahht you.” She garbled. “Juss a lihtle play timhe.” Her tongue was now squarely focused on licking his penis, with greater severity than before. But there was more. She was suckling on him, like his entire body was one big lolly-pop. He couldn’t deny that this was stimulating his nerves like nothing he’d ever felt, or even imagined. It’s no surprise that he’d fantasised about this kind of situation, but nothing he thought of prepared him for the real thing.

Finally, more minutes passed, and his enormous, throbbing cock relented. He came, harder than he had with any other lover. The sensation surprised Ayita. It was much more tasty than others she had tried. Could it be because he’d fought so hard to keep it in? That working so hard for such a reaction made it all the sweeter when she finally got him to relent? She relaxed. She’d won. Slowly, her mouth opened, her tongue extended, and Ian slipped out, landing on her hand.

When his mind finally cleared, Ian couldn’t help but notice Ayita had grown again. If it was true that she grew the hornier she got, all this had sent her to the brink. She flopped onto the bed. Another seismic event occurred. Ian felt his soft environment rise and fall rapidly. He’d been so overwhelmed with the experience he’d just had, he hadn’t even noticed how she’d placed him between her mountainous breasts.

“Mmmh... after a performance like that, I think we both deserve a rest.” Ayita stated between huffs for air. They were both panting. Slowly, as they rested together, their breathing slowed. They both gradually noticed their breaths were in synch. It wasn’t the only thing which was.
“What can we possibly do after something like that?” Ian said.
“Hmm....” Ayita paused. “...Coffee?”
“Hahaha, sounds good to me.”

Ayita began slowly reducing in size. She stopped at eight-and-a-half feet. She still towered over Ian. Clearly, she enjoyed being the dominant, strong one. He certainly wasn’t going to object to that. They settled in the kitchen for a well-deserved break. They shared laughter, jokes and stories. It was some time into the night, before the next round began.

Two hours passed.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Ayita asked with concern. This wasn’t the first time a boyfriend of hers planned a spelunking event into her vagina.
“Don’t worry. Like we agreed, if I tap four times, that’s danger and I wanna get out. Twice means everything’s fine.” He tapped her thigh twice, as a sort of joke. At her current height, she was nine feet tall. She knelt down before him, and bent slightly to be face-to-face The idea of plunging him into her sex was turning her on, but her worry over what might happen was keeping her from growing much more for the time being.
“I’m ready for this, hun. It’s going to be a real experience... for both of us.” He approached her, and kneeled down so his head was level with her clitoris. The moment his agile tongue touched her labia, she grew another foot. Ian suddenly found that her crotch was some distance from where he began, and he had difficulty reaching it knelt down. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to... it was a reflex!”
“No worries.” Ian said, smiling. At least he knew he was starting on the right track.

He stood up, contorting a little to reach her vagina. He began again, licking and stroking around her groin. Ayita noted in her head that his strong hands were much more successful at pleasuring her than any man had been before. Even the few women she’d been with hadn’t been this good. All the while, she grew and grew. Ian kept having to move higher to keep up. Eventually he was standing at full height, on his tip-toes just trying to reach. After some time, she was beyond him.
“Well... it’s clear we can’t go on with you kneeling on the bed like that, not unless you start carrying me the whole time.”
“If I did that, I probably couldn’t resist shoving you in!” She said, her voice higher, still trying to get over his previous licks. She’d reached at least twenty feet by now, not quite enough for his whole body to fit inside her sex, but perhaps enough for his torso. “Here, I’ll try lying down.” She rolled onto one side. One leg was raised into the air. Ian stared into her waiting pussy. “Here, you can kneel or lay on my thigh here, and no matter how I grow, you’ll reach it!”
“Sounds good to me.”

Ian clambered onto Ayita’s leg and shuffled over to her thigh. She giggled “It tickles!”
“Trust me, I plan on doing more than just tickling you” he said, managing to balance even as she wiggled around. He was once again facing her clit. He began his work in earnest, licking and suckling on her labia, even as his hands stroked and groped at the surrounding flesh. Clear liquid began seeping from her vagina. Clearly what he was doing was working. The longer and harder he worked, the wetter she became.

Minutes in, she had grown to thirty-five feet. She moaned and squeaked in pleasure. The sound was somewhat amusing to Ian. He was reminded that, in spite of the immense scale of his lover, she was still just as much a mouse as before. Her voice had hardly changed at all, no baritone. It was still the same tone, just louder. “It’s a good thing you made this place sound-proof.” Ian said between licks, trying to get a laugh. He wasn’t sure if she’d heard him, she seemed pre-occupied with the other things he was doing with his mouth.

Finally, Ayita cried out and rolled onto her back. Ian fell further than he’d expected. He was so focused on pleasuring her, he’d not realised how immense she’d gotten. He looked up at a pussy as tall as he was. He’d clearly done a good job if this is how excited she’d gotten. “W-wow...” Ayita sighed. “That was amazing!” Cum had started to flow from her tingling hole. “Mmm, I think we’re ready for stage two, don’t you?”

Ayita didn’t wait for a response. She tapped Ian’s head-lamp, and its light activated. She lifted him off the ground and moved him up to her pussy. Ian found himself now being rubbed up and down her groin as she readied herself even more. It got faster and harder over time, threatening to smush him against her. Just as Ian was about to tap her four times, she loosened her pressure anyway, slid him down, and inserted him into her.

He stayed there for some moments. His feet were still a little ways outside. He was in awe of his surroundings. The smell of sex, the damp air, was intoxicating. He swore he started to see stars after a bit. Then he realised she hadn’t used her fingers to widen the gap yet. The thought clearly crossed her mind as well, and suddenly he was accompanied in his prison by two large digits. They spread her vagina open a little ways. Light flooded in. She tapped two times on her groin. He slapped her walls twice in response. He was ready to proceed further.

As he explored that which he had only fantasised, it dawned on him suddenly. It was so obvious, really, but he hadn’t truly considered it before. Everything which enveloped him, everything he could touch, feel, smell... everything which dripped on him, squeezed him tight; it was all her. He was engulfed within her. It was her muscles which rippled when he touched it, twitched and embraced him. It was within her that he squirmed. He was surrounded, and his surroundings were his lover.

He put his hands on the walls either side of him and pushed. The strain on his body was great, her sex was strong--certainly she had more strength in the surrounding muscle than he had in his entire body. Still, the walls relented and her vagina was pushed apart. She kept her promise. He could breathe easier again. He took a few moments to catch his breath, then looked above him into the gaping chasm and crawled up further, the walls closing in again, somewhat gentler this time.

She could feel him still. The deeper he moved, the more intense the sensation. Electricity surged within her as he explored the depths of her sex. More and more hot, white fluid rushed out. She hoped he was not drowning. The thought worried her. She considered trying to find him with her fingers, pull him out where it was safe. She wondered if having her own fingers in there would make it worse, if she would simply be making more liquid for him to drown in; or worse yet, if in her fumbling rescue attempt, she’d squish him with her finger. She thought better of it, and simply tapped on her crotch to check up on him. She felt two hard taps. He was OK. His expedition into her plunging depths could continue. She grew again. Eighty-five feet now. This was new territory for her, she could not even stand in her apartment at this height. Then again, with all the excitement of Ian pleasuring her pussy, she couldn’t stand even if she wanted to.

Ian had reached the peak. So had Ayita, for that matter. He was unsure what to do at this juncture. He knew he could not go any further; her cervix was too small to get into, and even if he could, he knew that would only be extremely painful for her if penetrated. Fundamental understanding of female biology told him that much. Cum flooded all around Ian now. It threatened to completely engulf him. He could, however, feel his surroundings getting bigger again.

Ayita had reached eighty-seven feet. This was a new one for her. Not only was she growing faster than she’d ever manage, but she’d passed her old record too! Her foot-paws draped over the bed. She’d clearly need a new one of this relationship with Ian was to last... assuming he managed to somehow survive the crushing pressure of her pussy on him. Moments of clarity would flash into being, but her concern over his wellbeing would be overwritten by the intensity of her pleasure. She kept having to remind herself to keep her fingers where they were, holding her vagina open. He’d definitely be a gonner if she didn’t.

Ian began any movement he could think of. At first he turned to the old instinct; he pressed himself against a wall and thrusted as hard as he could. Whether it was providing her any pleasure, he wasn’t sure. He hoped so. It was certainly helping him. He then braced his foot-paws and back against opposing sides and slid up and down. He felt a little silly at this, but given her vagina began squeezing again and she came harder than before, it seemed like the right move. Plus, with this came more space, and more air. He carried on changing tactics. Often the walls would become too slick to hold onto. He’d slip away and he’d be carried down by the rapids. Each time, he’d climb back up, but every time he had, the trip felt longer than the last time.

She must be reaching full height by now, he thought. In fact, I could swear she’d reached seventy-five a while ago.

Indeed she had. Her stature had passed a hundred feet some time ago. She couldn’t even guess how big she’d gotten now. Her size threatened to burst the windows behind her open. She tried to resist growing any further, lest she cave the floor in. “I-I’ve never reached this height! I didn’t... huff... think it was... unghh... POSSIBLE! Huff-huff-huff....” her panting continued with greater intensity.

Eventually, the rushing waves were too much for him. Ian knew if he stayed any longer, he’d either be crushed by the powerful muscles which surrounded him, or he’d drown from the ever-increasing floods of cum. He let go and relaxed. For a moment it felt like a waterslide--a very hot one. Ayita felt her tiny lover rapidly flushing out of her in one, climactic orgasm. The lights of the apartment were blinding as he slipped from her sex, and finally landed on her bed. More cum followed, crashing down upon the minuscule wolf.

When the waves finally relented, the lovers lay there panting and heaving. Ian felt lucky. Not only to have survived such an encounter, but simply for sharing this unbelievable experience with Ayita. His mind cleared once more. He realised she was cramped, barely contained within the cavernous apartment. “That... that looks like a LOT more than seventy-five feet!” He exclaimed.
“Yeah... I think I reached, like... idunno... hundred and fifty?”
“More like hundred and ninety, I reckon. Difficult to tell with you all squished up like that.” He said. Ian couldn’t believe it. Neither could Ayita. To reach this size was something she’d never even considered. What’s more is, she knew if it had gone on longer, she’d have reached much, much higher heights.

She picked him up and once again lay him on her chest. To say he was wet would be to say the ocean was a bit soggy. He rested there, looking at her heaving breasts raise and lower. He knew he’d have to play around with them some time.

Eventually, Ayita shrank back down. It took some time. She stopped at nine feet tall, still with Ian resting on her. She was happy to have him snuggling sweetly like this. They’d shared something truly special. She clutched him closer, he held her tight with his arms.

They didn’t say a word all night. They didn’t have to. They just rested there, together. They knew they’d be doing this together for a very long time.

The end.