Just pleasing my girl here

A new story whereby I took a stab at writing in first person. Let me know what you think!

1500 words

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Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sat up groggily to catch my bearings. I groaned deeply in an attempt to cast away the thumping hangover harassing the inside of my skull like a Chinese gong on repeat modus. The black blanket draped over the lower half of my body still wore the pungent smell of my girlfriend. It was just a tiny piece I've used to warm up my body during the night. This piece of fabric was actually my girlfriend's underwear and vastly the size of an envelope they use for hot-air balloons from my perspective. While yanking it off my body to stand up, I couldn't help the tent that was forming in my underwear when I took a long sniff – smelling the scent of my girlfriend. It always drove me to a state of sexual insanity. A sleepy groan made me spin on my heels. My feet oscillated unsteady on the mattress when I watched the slumbering giantess turn around in her sleep.

I flinched, wide-eyed, when her mansion-sized hand emerged above me to clatter down right in front of me – nearly missing me.

That wasn't the first time that a thing like that had happened and would probably not be the last time either. The only thing I can say about it is that it serves me right. Why, you ask? Simple, because I should have known better than to date a girl – a roasting hot fiery ginger girl to be precise – with shrinking powers.

But I can't help it. I simply can't. Paige, which is her name, is just too darn comely for the health of any person that is susceptible for the might of gals with unbearable physical beauty. And she can shrink down people too! I love it! To see her towering over me like a Hyperion redwood tree with her hands resting on her hips, smirking down upon me with a glare that promises lots of mischiefs.

And I so get weak in the legs like boiled spaghetti when my eyes are granted a glance at that swarm of cute freckles dotted like a milky way band on her cream-white face – traveling from one cheek to the other after curving over that top-tilted delicate nose.

I've studied each and every single one of them thoroughly many times, often when Paige was asleep. Each one is unique and has its own distinguishing features regarding its shape, size, and color density.

While contemplating one of Paige's beauty features, my attention was drawn towards another part of her body that I adored when she started to flex her tree trunk fingers of the mansion-sized hand that rested right in front of me. Each finger was so delicate and slender and cold – they always felt cold!

That was the same on the day I met her and shook hands. The timid smile she greeted me with at the cafeteria that day is in sharp contrast with that all-devouring grin she shone down upon me while running about helplessly on the floor at the pathetic size of one inch tall – evading her crashing boots. I could never expect that underneath that well-calculated façade of coyness, an all-conquering fiend was slumbering. Because that's precisely what she was – and it was a hard fact she'd confessed quite early in our relationship. In bed, after our first date, to be exact!

"I'm going to take over the world," she'd whispered in my left ear as I was staring at some cheesy comedy show on the television with a ciggy in my mouth after a night of highly exhausting and sweaty sex.

That playful eagerness radiating from her grass-green eyes as I gaped back at her, dumbfounded, made the hairs on my neck prickle like the needles of a hedgehog in times of danger.

Even after this short time of knowing her, I already knew that Paige was capable of a lot. She could alter the size of practically anything with just the sheer power of her will. She'd even demonstrated it a few times that night, and not only with me. Various passing cars on the street in front of my house weren't safe from Paige's unending spree of mischief that night. They ended up all appearing like lifelike dinky toys – with walking and talking occupants included. Even a two-story-high local statue of some past century war hero was dwindled down to roughly the size of a birthday candle.

There was absolutely no boundary to her capabilities on that field – at least if I have to believe her boasting claims. So you see if any other person would tell me something along the line about their wish for world domination, I would probably treat them with a tellingly chuckle. But not with Paige. There was just this inner knowing, a sense of certainty I felt within that Paige – despite her delicate appearance – was actually capable of taking over the planet if the wish was there.

"So, why haven't you already?" I simply chose to answer in return.

The only reply I received after that was a long stretching moan – whereby Paige knowingly or unknowingly, but likely knowingly, displayed the full glory of her C cup-sized jugs – before drifting off into a deep, cozy sleep within my arms. After that, she'd never mentioned anything like it during the rest of our relationship, and neither did I. We simply enjoyed each other's company and the warmth of each other's bodies. The ever timidly Paige loved to don the role of dominatrix within the privacy of our bedrooms by shrinking me down and playing cruel but highly arousing games with me. And I – the ever smooth-talking macho type – had discovered that it was a pretty fulfilling experience to be pestered and played with and literally belittled by a beautiful girl with shrinking powers. So precisely that became the foundation of our love pact. Love me while allowing me to dominate you so that you can see your needs fixed by being dominated by me.

I can't even say that this all became addicted to me over time. It became an instant necessity of life after our first experience. I needed to be shrunken and played with by Paige. My body needed it just like it needed water and food and oxygen. And the same was also true for Paige. She needed someone to dominate and preferable someone she loved. So that became our game. Day in, day out.

After thoroughly scrutinizing Paige's hand, I find it high time to give some attention to her angelic face. I made sure I gave every feature of her visage an equal amount of attention, from her delicate nose to her plush lips, to the careful study of her closed eyes. And I felt that urge again. I wanted to worship her. I sank down on my knees and bowed my head to her heavenly appearance. My right hand quickly found my steel-hard member hoisting my underwear up like a circus tent. I started stroking. Gentle and slowly at first. Then with more force and a faster pace. I did my best to dampen the volume of the long moan that escaped my lips. My heart made a leap to my throat when one of Paige's eyes crept open. Her gaze zeroed in on me.

"I-I'm sorry, my Goddess." I stammered. "I should be quieter."

"It's okay, sweety. You're a good boy. Continue." Paige commanded while leaning her head on her hand. As I felt no longer inhibited out of fear of retribution, I simply let loose. Paige seductively smirked at me as she watched me worshiping her while stroking my cock at a hard and rapid pace. My member was throbbing painfully hard now. I desperately wanted to empty my sack. I succeeded in postponing my climax by cooling down every time before the point of no return. I did not want this to end, at least not now, not so fast. This had to be good.

Then Paige decided to cheat and brought in her finest asset. She smiled devilishly as her arm stuffed her blanket between her knees, exposing the upper leg in all of its bare gloriousness. The moment my view was yanked towards the sight of Paige's bare thigh was the moment I shot past the point of no return. I was so weak against the might of a pair of feminine legs, especially Paige's – which were so damn fine.

I came hard, spraying far and relishing deep. Paige gave a satisfied chuckle. She always enjoyed it when she was able to let me come without touching me.

I was barely recovered from this heavenly experience when my whole body was engulfed by a shadow. Paige's hand emerged above me and plucked my limp and naked body up. She dangled me in front of her eyes, scrutinizing me, before giving me a big wet kiss and stuffing me between her legs. It was time for me to get to work.