Adam the Tiny Boy-Toy

by B_25

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Main 6, Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish
Length: 7712

Living the life of a tiny is supposed to be easy. You ride in the cleavage of massive breasts, get stuffed down the pants of attractive girls, and places not usually meant to be explored. The now tiny Adam just wasn't expecting to be passed around.

Living the life of a tiny is supposed to be easy. You ride in the cleavage of massive breasts, get stuffed down the pants of attractive girls, and places not usually meant to be explored. The now tiny Adam just wasn't expecting to be passed around.

And now it seems like everyone is out to have their sexy ways with the tiny farmer.

Can Adam survive a world everyone wants him in their hands?

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Published 2019-06-17 05:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-06-17 05:40:02 UTC

I - Pinkie's Giant Butt vs The Tiny Dollhouse

Adam the Tiny
B_25 & IamGoku

Adam wasn't sure how the events had gone, despite being there to experience them all, though he was sure that he’d been left tired, tiny, and sitting on a miniature bed inside a dollhouse meant for little girls, which was now more like a mansion to the poor boy.

For starters, it was all Twilight's fault...

"Thanks again for doing this, Adam! You seriously have no idea how much this means to me." Twilight swept her bangs to the side, allowing her violet eyes to glow more brilliantly. "Usually Spike is the one to help me with these, uh, private experiments, but with this one? He's acting a bit like a—"

A voice shouted from outside the room: "Call me a chicken all you want! I'm still not shrinking down."

Adam arched an eyebrow at the scene, not having been given the full details of the situation. It was all fairly sudden. He'd been tinkering with a motor back on the farm when the letter manifested before his eyes. Even now, his chiseled face was marked in soot and dust.

"Anyway! Back to the point." Twilight coughed into her hand, her eyes looking right, a tint of pink flushing her purple cheeks. "There's this spell I've been tinkering with that deals with reducing the size of objects. You know, like being able to make a house that fits in the center of your palm!"

Adam narrowed his eyes. "And what use does a tiny house have?"

"Think bigger than that! Or, hehehe, smaller in this case." Twilight flicked her gaze back to him, smiling. "If we're able to make people and things smaller, then overpopulation wouldn't be such a threat anymore! Less food, water, and shelter required. Think of how much this could help the world!"

"And you want me to be the first man inside a tiny house?"

"Not quite the moon! But very close, right?"

"...and you have no one else?"

"None willing."

Adam blinked twice at that. Spending more than a few weekends staying with his aunt Twilight had let him experience the nuances of her personality, and more than that, her horrible sense of humor, but even with all that experience, the poor boy could not tell whether she was joking or not.

"So if I do this," Adam went on, crossing his arms, "you promise to grow me back right after, right?" Those words stung once they left, and he even flinched after saying them. Being rendered tiny around a giant girl... why would he ever want to rush such a thing?

"Of course! I mean, I have been tinkering with the spell on other objects." Twilight took a step back, bowing her head while closing her eyes. Seconds later, the tip of her horn glowed purple, the dense sphere of magic expanding. "But... just to be safe, you maaaaaaay want to keep still like one."

There wasn't even a moment for Adam to flinch before the spell struck.

This is why you stop doing experimental favors for Twilight.

Adam laid back on the bed, the plastic frame replaced by a real one, shrunk down just for him. Around his body was nothing more than a napkin, cut meticulously to fit his chiseled physique, with a pin keeping it together.

Crossing his arms around the back of his head, Adam gazed to the right, seeing the enormous outside world from the square of his tiny window. The long expanse of Twilight's bed stretched on further than any stadium had seen in his life.

Slowly, his mind shifted to a darker state. After being shrunk, the poor, tiny man was little more than a brown speck against the wooden floor.

Of course, Twilight being Twilight, she jumped around on the spot. She wore black dress shoes that stomped all over the place, assaulting his ears with booming sounds and vibrating the very ground with her steps, filling him with nothing but dread in his heart and pleasure in his crotch.

Twilight would send down a choice set of fingers to pluck up the small boy by the waist, pinching him between her thumb and middle finger. His frame didn't even cover the surface of her purple, fuzzy fingertips. Even worse—and also better—was their softness rolling over him, rubbing, beating, and pressing against his hidden erection.

Adam clenched his eyes to stop his imagination, but even as he tried, it only played a different memory instead. After Twilight had handled him in her hand, her body utterly monolithic to him, she tried the growth spell... only for nothing to change.

Her freak-out meant clutching the tiny boy against her chest, where he sunk slightly into her right breast. The black fabric of her tank top added a firm layer to the lax flesh underneath, the scent of lavender overwhelming his nose.

It hadn’t taken long after that for the squeaks of his voice to reach her ears. Adam was good, despite his sarcasm, at calming the girls in his life down. He wasn't mad with her. Everything was going to be okay. And that giant women were great.

Though, of course, he didn't have the balls to utter that last part. With her calm, and Spike having walked into the room after the commotion, the three planned out what would happen next. Telling Applejack would be out of the question, so he would have to stay at the castle, and as close to the two as possible.

After making the outfit he now wore, Twilight went off to see Celestia for ways to reverse the spell. Spike was responsible for caring for Adam in the meantime. While Adam preferred it when Twilight held him, the slenderness of her fingers wrapping around the core of his body, the feeling of being carried in such a way causing his erection to poke against the fuzz of her skin, it wasn't all that bad to be held by Spike's claws, even though it sometimes made him feel like an action figure.

But even Spike had to leave to get groceries, and since bringing a tiny Adam was out of the question, the little guy was forced to stay in the dollhouse alone. The events happened so quickly, and everything felt so unreal, but even then, there was no denying the colossal world that peeked into the dollhouse.

Gah! This whole damn thing has me stressed, with nothing I can do about it. What would Applejack say about her son being tiny? Would there even be a way to get him back? The guys and girls he knew, the ones so used to looking up to him... what would their reactions be like looking down at him now. Be alright if I had a smoke, but how the hell am I going to get that now? Worst parts about life are when there's nothin' you're able to do about those worse parts.

But that wasn't entirely true. It wasn't all terrible. Even while gazing out over the large bed, his mind imagined the monolithic Twilight Sparkle entering the bedroom. She'd pass the dollhouse, forgetting about the little boy inside of it. Then she would get changed, her thick, purple cheeks jiggled while she slid down her thong.

W-Woah now. No way I'd think of her like... nnghh... o-oooh...

He saw her massive frame laying down on the bed, fully nude, the mass of her ass lifting her body slightly. The massive arching of purple legs as she slid them apart, revealing the glistening lips of her puffy pussy. Then, with the pillars that were her purple fingers, the same ones that held his entire body, she'd start to work on her vast pussy… all while he watched from his own bed, forgotten.

Adam glanced down at his body, spotting his erection poking through the napkin. It wasn't exactly the manliest way to deal with the unrelenting stress, but it was a way to deal with it, which was better than doing nothing.

Aw, screw it. No shame in enjoying myself after having to deal with all of this. Glancing to the pins on either shoulder, he sent his hands to the tapering metal, the strength of his biceps still strong enough to unclip them. Even if I make a mess, I doubt anyone could see it at this size.

He chuckled to himself. Heh, a bonus perk.

Once the napkin was loose, Adam threw it to the side, lying on the bed fully nude. Gazing over his chiseled abdomen, he smirked at his cock standing full mast, throbbing in the air, aching with the need to be pleasured. The arousal started when those massive shoes stomped all over the ground, grew as Twilight handled him with her fingers, then peaked when she pressed him into the fat of her right breast, nearly smothering him with it.

He needed release. Adam never expected his kink of being around giant women to become real. Hell, even the world. Seeing formerly small objects towering over him was enough to get him aroused. There was a sense of adventure in it all.

"Been a while since we've gone old school, ey, buddy?" Adam sent a hand down to his cock, devouring the pleasure that came in feeling the heat that radiated around his member. Shivers struck his spine when his fingers wrapped around his cock, its size, its girth, the fatty meat of it all reminding his ego that not everything had changed.

Then he allowed his memory free range to do as it pleased. At once, he was taken back to the hall, held by Twilight's purple hand. She held him, pinched, over her bosom. Far below, the jiggle of her breasts came with each of her steps, ripples coursing across her jugs, disappearing into the delicious depths of her bountiful cleavage. It had looked so dim and snug, the smooth walls of her breasts rubbing together—and getting in-between them would be a highlight for Adam's life.

Ahhh! This, o-oh man, is so wrong... and it feels so good! Adam was jerking his cock off while relaxing his head into the mattress, enjoying the bliss of his head and hand. But that wouldn't be enough. Gazing out the window, he took in the sheer scale of the massive world beyond the dollhouse, feeling so helplessly small to it all, which made him pump his cock even more furiously.

"Heeeeelloooooo! Twilight! Spike! Anyone home?!"

Adam lurched up at the sound, beads of sweat racing down his face, all a painful frost stopping his heart. A held breath. Not another noise came. Maybe it was an act of his imagination? But then the rumbles of the beyond rattled the world inside his home.

Through the window of the room, the distant, towering door squeaked open to a bundle of towering pink skipping inside. Adam's eyes widen as a thick shadow spilled inside his place, blanketing him in darkness.

"You guys aren't in here either? Darn it! Where is everyone today?" Pinkie's stood in the middle of the room, and her head was too high above to even be seen. Instead, the width of her waist, which ate up all of Adam's vision, loomed beyond his window. "Oooh! Is that a dollhouse? I didn't know Twilight had one!"

Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me! There's no way I can let Pinkie catch me like this. Adam sat up on the bed, the aching in his member throbbing in the open air. The vibrations rumbling underneath his feet, the distant, feminine humming thundering in his ears. Much less with my dick out! Anyone else finds out about me, then they'll go and tell mom.

Adam stood up from the bed, feeling his cock smack against his thigh. And Twilight's good as dead if that happens.

“Ooo! Oooh! Maybe Twilight's still the kind of girl to play with dollies! Aww! That'd be so cuuuuute!” The plastic floor swayed back and forth, while outside the house, two sets of giant hands gripped the sides of it. Pinkie shook the house slightly, unaware of the tiny boy jostling inside because of it. “I've always wanted to be a doll before! It'd be so adorable being in a little room like this one!”

When the shaking had stopped, Adam found the shadow cast over him becoming darker. Turning to the window, nothing but faint pink ate up his gaze. The slim cheeks of the giant girl were pulled up by her smile, the sea of blue of her eyes gazing into his tiny, diminuative world.

Aw crap! If I don't do something quick, she's going to spot me for sure! But what would he do? He gazed at the door, which he knew led to the staircase, all of which was exposed to the window. The blue moons above would spot the inch-tall boy going through them for sure. Behind the bed! She might be able to see over it, but it's the best choice that I have!

He dove behind the bed, and just beyond it, an ocean of white, marked by a blue island, peeked through the window. Pinkie's eye was utterly massive, and her gaze reigned supreme, nearly divine.

“Oh, wow! How does Twilight do it?”

CLICK!

Adam's heart stopped. That was the pin on the side of the house that, when unlocked, would allow the front frame to slide out of the way. The moving of plastic was like mountains splitting. Instead of the vast blue eye peeking into the room, now, it was the giant pink face of Pinkie staring into the small space.

Strangely enough, Pinkie was the least of his issues. Adam laid against the ground, holding his breath, keeping still, but down at his crotch, his cock throbbed in the air. The scratching of fingers against plastic, the hums louder than any speakerphone, the exuberance that the giant girl exuded...

You traitor! Adam glared at his cock, which only ached with need. I can't think straight because of you!

“This bed almost looks like the real deal! I wonder what it feels like?” Then it happened. Adam had to cover his mouth as he looked up, seeing two pink, slender fingers hover above the bed. They looked clean and slim, the softness of her skin, and the cut of the nails, nearly sending that same hand down to his cock. “Hmm. I shouldn't be playing with Twilight's stuff... but as long as she doesn't know...”

She's my aunt, a-and, even then, I can't help but keep getting off to the idea of her!

The fingers fell onto the bed, easily dwarfing it with her length. It was crazy to see something normally so small become suddenly so big. This room was normal to Adam. And just like that, two fingers were able to easily curl along the bed, gripping it. He stared at the glossy surface of her nail, catching his scruffy reflection in it.

Pinkie had no idea that a tiny body was staring at her finger, or that part of her utterly dwarfed him. The fingers went to pluck the furniture, which would reveal the small boy on the other side, but for whatever reason, they didn't raise an inch—to Adam, at least.

“You again! Mr. Pebble, how many times do we have to go over this! Quit bugging me!” The pink fingers slipped back from the mattress, moving back from the miniature world, and returning to the world meant for its scale. At least, that's how Adam felt. “Fiiine! I guess I can deal with you now, but only because you won't quit bugging me!”

Adam wasn't a man of extremes, but because of the adventurous and absurd nature of his friends and family, consistently found himself in a state of such. The near reveal of himself to the giant pink girl nearly blew his cover, but now, he had the chance to lay back comfortably, catching his breath.

But Adam was also a man of curiosity, so there was little chance of that happening.

So. When Adam sat up from the ground, letting his head peek somewhat over the bed, it was his fault for what he saw. In the distance, two of the fattest, plumpest, and roundest cheeks he'd ever seen on a girl loomed in the distance. They were bigger—and better—than any hill he'd seen in his life.

And then how they jiggled. Jiggled. Two globes of fat and flesh, accentuated by the firm layer of the black yoga pants tight to her hips, jiggled as the giant girl danced about in place. She wagged her heavy bottom about as though she were in a trance, unaware of how her heavy bottom was doing the same.

Adam... could not save himself. But he could help himself. And why should he be blamed when a hand reached down to his cock, resuming the unfinished work that tortured the rest of his body. Slowly gliding up and down his cock, he watched the cheeks in the distance bob left and right, each rise followed a heavy fall, the sheer impact of Pinkie's ass barely restrained by the taut black fabric.

Jerking off to the fat ass of my aunt's butt... what the hell is wrong with me sometimes? But that logic was pointless whenever his other head called the shots. Deciding it to be a once-in-a-lifetime moment, Adam rose from the bed, walking to the opening of the room. O-One quick session to clear my mind. That's all I need. No one can blame me for that

The sight, however, was intense! Even though she stood at the opening of the house, all he could see was the pink expanse of Pinkie's lower back, stretching on forever to either side, well beyond the corners of his eyes. Craning his head back, the pink became covered by the grey of her tank top, and more, far above that, the pink curls of her hair flounced in the air.

N-No sense in going... shameless, if I don't check out everywhere. His gaze traveled down the two pillars of curving black, seeing them blur into the vistas below, where the pink hand had retreated to the shoes below. The same fingers of the bed now gripped the shoe, pulling it loose. Ugh. What's even the point? Her feet would be massive... but it's not like I'll be able to see 'em.

But! When Adam raised his gaze once more, intent on focusing them on the titanic backside of the girl, he got his wish in double. The large girl was pushing out her butt, leaning down to better grip her shoe, meaning that two, massive cheeks hurtled toward him.

Ack! Adam took a step back, panicking. What the hell am I supposed to do?

But there was nothing he could do. The oncoming cheeks filled out further in his vision, blocking everything left and right, up and down, with their sheer mass of ass. The thick layer of fabric could be seen, nearly felt, as it clung to the slope of Pinkie's bum.

And then, the outside light became snuffed out by her supple bottom, nothing but Pinkie's tight yoga pants filling out everywhere before the opening of the dollhouse. It was pointless to yell, scream, or even cry. Really, the only thing Adam could do was what he was currently doing—jerking off the very things that would cause his death.

Pinkie's ass crashed into the dollhouse, the thickness of her behind slowly filling into the room, packing it with her squishiness. It's fabric flattened against Adam, snuffing his body with the softness of cotton, teasing him the scent behind the clothing.

“Oh, darn!” And just like that, some of her ass, the stuff inside the room, rocked left and right, pulling back and out anddragging a few things along with it in its wake. The plastic desk, lamp, and not-so-plastic Adam were plucked out from the room. “Hmm? O-Oh! Oh, ho!”

Ah, crap! Crap crap crap! The racing winds cutting into his ear was the first thing Adam felt while he fell. The second, being the swirling and pulling destination on his stomach. High above, the cheeks jiggled back into place, blocking the rays of light from the bulb on the ceiling. There isn't anything I can grab onto! Dead, all because Pinkie has a big ass? You have GOT to be kidding me!

The fall should have killed poor Adam, but when his back slammed into the crystal floor, the worse it did, really, was knock the air out from his lungs. His head flew forward, his eyes having gone wide, though really, the man was glad to just be alive.

And as he laid there, a speck against the never-ending floor, Adam caught his breath and tried to slow his racing thoughts. That... should have hurt more than it did. Not the first time this has happened either. Just what in the hell did Twilight do with that spell? Am I more, what's the word, durable at this size? How the hell does that work?

More important things were brewing above. The towering pink figure, the one that stretched into space itself, stood up straight after the clattering of objects. Gazing over her shoulder, she looked down at the mess on the floor.

“You two again! You're both a bad pair, you know that!?” Pinkie slapped the side of her ass with her other hand, sending her cheeks jostling from the impact. Despite the tight fabric, they still bounced incessantly inside her pants. “I swear, sometimes, having a big butt isn't worth all the trouble.”

Seconds later, giggles erupted. “Nah! That's a big ol’ lie! The stares are so totally worth it.”

Adam, despite everything that had happened, narrowed his eyes. So Aunt Pink IS aware of all big her ass is. Always thought she was... unaware of it somehow. But her getting off to it? I wouldn't have gone that far to think that.

“Aw! I hope I can put everything back together like how it was.”

Adam blinked at those words. Gazing up, the contained cheeks spun along with the rest of the towering figure. Even looking all the way up, Adam could see the big bust of Pinkie's rack... and her glowing blue eyes set on the mess he was a part of. Slowly, she bent forward once more, far faster than any giant should have been capable of, as her open, pink hand came down reaching for him.

C'mon! Not even a breather? Adam quickly rolled onto his side, getting to his feet at once. There was no time to stand around. He needed to hide—and fast. But there was nothing around him to disappear into! And it didn't help that a musky, but oddly sweet, scent tickled his nose. What the hell is that anyway?!

When Adam turned, he found his answer, or rather, his answers. Many feet away from where he stood, the structure of Pinkie's running shoe blocked off the expanse of the ground, a wall of white with indentions running through it greeting his gaze.

Her running shoe? No! That's too risky. I can't risk something like that.

SLAM!

Adam was flung high into the air, the sudden shockwave launching him off the ground. When he landed again, he at once gazed to his right. It... can't be. This seriously cannot be happening to me.

Adam stood near the back of a massive foot, not a sock to be seen on it, its surface, its skin a smooth pink that stretched onto the blurry distance. Pink toes curled into the ground, some wiggling into each other, like some sort of dance—one Adam would have loved to have been a part of.

I can't get distracted now. Not when one of Pinkie's beautiful feet can crush me in a single step. Adam shook his head, gazing back at the show. And there's no way I can get caught by her, either. I have to hide. But what head is suggesting that I hide in her shoe?

Adam gunned it to the distant, towering shoe, tall enough for him to crane his head back to see the top. At its side, the white laces were like thick, metal cables high above a bridge that held it together. One of the laces laid on the ground, and he quickly threw himself on its plastic end, running across it the best he could, before he was forced to double down, hug the strand, and climb up the rest of the way like that.

Overhead, the twin cheeks stretched out against the fabric once more, blocking the lamp above. Pinkie had pushed her ass out all the way while her fingers picked up the fallen pieces, shaking her rump left and right while she did so, a hypnotic dance that made it feel as if the twin moons were close to falling out of the sky.

Why are you still checking out her ass? Get in her shoe, you idiot!

Adam nearly died when he glanced to his left, seeing the white, front flap of the shoe, it slanted like into a white island that stretched on and out, composing the rest of the material of the shoe.

Almost there, bud, almost there.

Adam then reached the end of the strand, three utility-sized holes on the other side of him, where the thick strands protruded out from. From here, the top of the shoe was a small climb away, and the slated nature of the flap allowed him to crawl up.

“I-I don't know why I'm feeling so... frisky today!” Adan glanced over to the giant, seeing between the slim black pillars, Pinkie's gigantic face bobbed just over the ground. Her movement was hypnotizing, though nearly unsettling, considering something so large shouldn't be able to move so quickly. “All I want to do is dance and party and have some fun!”

When Adam reached the rim of the shoe, he wasn't quite expecting to be staring into the bottom of an abyss. The rim stretched out for miles, the thin of it was barely wide enough for even him to walk on. Its back was blurry to him, and the massive world behind it could barely be seen.

And down below?

There was the wall of a shoe, going down from either side of him, thickening the deeper it went. At the very bottom, the faint blueness of the massive pad peaked through, a platform that spanned on like a stadium, a narrow one, disappearing into the shoe.

No way! That's too far of a drop. There's no way I can make something like—

“And all cleaned up!” Pinkie's bending form rose from afar, raising into the air, the very nature of her height startling Adam's heart. It was one thing to see her from the dollhouse, but from the ground itself? She was bigger than a giant. No. She was a goddess at this point. “And that darn pebble is taken care of too!”

Adam had no choice but to jump. To cast himself into the abyss of the shoe, the wind gushing over his body, but this time, with a scent involved. It was nothing like the open air, or the smell of being close to a giant girl, or anything like that.

It was close to a thing that consumed only a part of a giant girl.

The musky scent grew thick and dense, clogging his mind and driving his body wild with lust, a sort of love for the fall he currently endured. Even when his body smacked into the pad below, it was plush enough for him to sink an inch to, some slickness rising over his body.

The impact had sent him rolling, bouncing slightly, into the murky depths of the shoe. It took him a moment to rise, to shake his head and clear his mind, though the latter was a wasted effort. Everything inside the show was monolithic, a different kind of building, only one that lived, moved, and was inhabited by a something of a someone that each were beyond him, and the shoe, in scale.

How the hell was he supposed to function like this? Behind him, the only light source shined into the back of the shoe. Looking forward, however, the enormous walls of the shoe rose on either side of him, the very ceiling made out of the soft flap, the kind that rose, and sunk, and rose, as it stretched deeper and deeper into the confines of this new prison.

And the smell. The smell. It was fresh in a way. But how could that be possible? It was the musky scent of feet, one not contained by the cotton of socks. The heat of the skin and the sweat of the soles created a scent that should have disgusted Adam with its intensity, but only pricked at the aching in his cock.

He had to take a moment to think about it, to drink in this fact of life, the one that he currently found himself in. Adam was in the shoe of a giant woman, where her pink feet, cute toes, and overwhelming scent stayed and sweated and lingered.

It was almost like being in a cave of a beast, taking in where it lived, how it lived, knowing it spent most of its time here—and that it would be back soon. Knowing that monstrous foot could be back at any moment, and that he would be stuck in the same place as it, and tightly together because of the sheer size of Pinkie's foot... only made his cock throb and ache and quiver in anticipation of being so close to something so great and fantastic.

What are you doing, traitor? So what if you're in the giant shoe of a giant girl? If her foot gets in here, you're trapped! You may THINK you want that, but you don't ACTUALLY want that! You have to get out of here before anything happens! There's no going back to normal if Twilight can't even find you to make that happen.

But those plans were dashed the moment when his world started to rock, when his stomach started to feel hollow, when, suddenly, he felt himself pulled to the padded ground. His naked frame pressed into it, his cock sinking into the softness, while the lingering sweat squished up against his cheek.

W-What the hell?

When the ground started to tilt downward, the boy was quick and strong enough to throw his hands up, gripping the padding the best he could. Then the show itself tilted downward, and Adam found himself cast in murky and musky darkness.

Gazing down into the opening of the shoe, the very rim he had dived from, he saw, far beyond it, the tops of the pink breasts of an energetic girl. Pinkie Pie's tank top was tight around her chest, squeezing her breasts tightly together, enough for the pink flesh to fill slightly upward, creating the comfiest, most enjoyable bed Adam had ever set his eyes on.

“Hmm. It doesn't look like Mr. Pebble is in there... maybe I got all of them?” The large, blue eye glided over the entrance, the one belonging to the beast of the cave, ensuring that none had entered its territory. Adam felt like prey, helpless and dammed, and his cock wouldn't stop aching because of it. “Oh well! I'll wash these anyway when I get home. It doesn't look like anyone will be home for a while, anyway.”

Adam didn't enjoy the way back down, but it was slow enough, thankfully, that his grip persisted throughout the whole way. The soft slap of the shoe coming against the ground was like a building shattering against concrete, enough to break Adam's hold, and he was sent rolling backward even deeper into the confines of the shoe, where the smell, the scent, the musk concentrated even more.

O-Oh, hell. Am... I just doomed, then?

The answer to that question came from afar. The indirect lighting shining into the back platform of the shoe shone no further. Around the rim and just slightly below it, the material wrinkled from the immense weight, the dim place darkening.

Adam could no longer feel his heart, or maybe he felt it a bit too much, his mind void of all thoughts. He watched, with held breath, the wiggling of toes, each thick and plump, dipping into the prison meant only to be his own.

He wasn't sure what to think, what to feel, the only consistent things being the fear, confusion, and lust he’d had since this all began. His cock ached harder at seeing the large pink foot crawl into the tight confines of the shoe. It looked so flat, clean and smooth, its skin something he'd like to lie down on, the space between those toes something he'd like to be held against.

Though his other mind wasn't yet done fighting.

There may be space at the end of her shoe! There's no getting out the back, not with her foot blocking the whole way, but you may be able to sneak out later! What are you waiting for, Adam? Run, you idiot!

Adam turned around and took off running, looking over his shoulder the whole way. The massive foot slipped inside, its sides pushing the walls of the shoe out slightly, all while becoming snug against the padding.

The toes continued to wiggle.

Adam hated how active Pinkie was with her feet! How she played with them constantly, always wiggling her toes, shifting them about, enjoying herself. The monolithic foot quickly covered the expanse behind, slowly gaining on him. His heavy breathing filled his lungs with more of her musky scent, weighing him down further with lust.

Aw hell. It's over.

The words matched actions a second later. At first, it was like a force slamming into his back, smooth and soft, the skin impressing as his body press into it. On either side, the pump toes filled into his vision, the corner of their nails high above his head.

“Oooh! What is this? Mr. Pebble, did I not get you after all?” Giggles came muffled from the massive walls around Adam, and to him, it was like hearing a voice from the inside the belly of the beast. “Oh well! If you want to be around my feet so badly, then I gueeeeeess you can join me on my walk home.”

Ah, crap.

When Pinkie had come skipping into the castle, she had planned on discussing a few things with the Sparkle family. When she found the bedroom unattended and a dollhouse just sitting on a table, she found herself entranced, nearly attracted to the small structure.

It had always been her fantasy ever since she was little. Whenever she played with dolls when she was younger, she would sometimes put one of them against the front of her underwear. She enjoyed the feeling of it when she walked, knowing she had something little against a part of her, forced to be with her, being rubbed against her with every step she took.

Even just playing with that dollhouse was enough to turn her on.

It might have been a trick of her imagination, but in Pinkie's mind, she thought she saw something tiny in there. A miniature thing. Pinkie loved the idea of towering over the house, of sticking her big butt towards it, dwarfing it with her cheeks, letting it fit into the small place. Ooooh! It was the feeling of being big against something so little, that made her thighs rub together.

It was also the reason that, whenever she felt a pebble stuck in her shoe, it got to stay there for a while. Letting her toes curl around it, tossing it around, playing with it. The sense of control was pleasuring, knowing something so small was kept in her shoe, against her foot... the feeling blew her away.

But it was never a living thing. Some that reacted to her.

Oh well! If I do anything more here, Twilight will give me trouble for sure! Pinkie slipped her foot into her shoe, delighting in the pebble caught between her toes. She pushed it in further as her foot slipped in. But that doesn't mean I can't have some fun when I get hooome!

Pinkie gazed down her body, seeing her shoe so far away against the ground. The thought of being a giant... it was playing with her perception. For whatever reason, she felt huge. The sensation came from the front of her shoe, where the pebble, without any space to move around in, became trapped underneath her toes, which she curled around it.

It wasn't until Pinkie was outside the castle, when the door opened to a fresh breeze washing across her skin, joined by the warm rays of sunlight on her face, that something felt different about the pebble in her shoe.

She enjoyed playing with it more. When she wiggled her toes around it, placing some weight on it, she found her toes sinking into it. What the heck was it? If her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, then sometimes, she felt the thing twitch and wiggle against her toes, pressing and scratching into her skin, almost like it was... struggling against the mass of her foot itself.

This pebble feels different from the rest? Hmm. Maybe it's time I put it to the test!

And with that, Pinkie started skipping. All the way home.

Adam knew he was screwed when he ran into the end of the shoe. At once, the toes he was snug between filled out on either side of him, the space becoming cramped. It was dim, nearly pitch dark. Lights came in through pinpricks of holes up above. The world beyond was too blurry to see, but at least the faint beams of light, matched with the occasional gust of wind, made it so Adam would not suffocate.

How the hell was he supposed to keep calm in a time like this? The underside of the toes suffocated him. Thankfully, they were clean, though due to the hot tightness of the shoe, a sheen of sweat was starting to cover them.

How the hell am I supposed to get out of this?

Adam watched the toes above him lift, freeing him for a moment. From behind his head, the big, pink, plump toe pushed him to the right. Seconds later, the raised toes came down again, curling fully over his frame, trapping him in their hold.

Squeezing. Pinkie squeezed her toes, doing the same with Adam's tiny body, pressing his back and stomach together, pushing his cock against his belly, the skin of her toe rubbing against his member. The surface of her toes were just a little coarse, enough to rub against him.

Pinkie... doesn't even know she's getting me off right now! If only she knew she was using her toes to grind my dick into dust! That's... it! I can't take it anymore!

Adam gasped out of pleasure, and at once, the salty taste of her skin dripped into his mouth, the flesh of her toe filling in afterward. Despite being salty, an odd sweetness mixed with the taste. He didn't mind the pink of her toe filling into his mouth. On the contrary, his tongue flicked against it, licking more of the taste of her feet.

The miniscule act, somehow, still tickled the giant.

And that's what killed him. That's what killed Adam at the moment. Stuck in the niche of her curled toes, feeling the world lift and drop around him, hearing the rhythmic crunch of the sole meeting dirt below mixed with the passing chatter and sounds of the outside world... the stimuli of the outside world overloaded his senses, and each one stimulated.

Everyone who walked past Pinkie in the street, the other giants of the world... did they know about the tiny boy in her shoe? If they could see past it, to the speck caught in her curled toes, would their massive, dominating gazes only turn him on further? To know that a living thing could be clutched and trapped by something like a foot?

Adam didn't even need to pump his cock to get off. When the shoe rose into the air from the rising of the leg, he was thrown up into her toes, his head nearly popping through the cracks between. When the shoe slammed into the ground, the weight of her foot, toes, and mass pressed into his body, pumping his cock for him.

And once Pinkie entered the shop?

Inside the shoe, the massive toes rose and fell around Adam, catching him in the gap in-between, then squeezing together around him. A giggle echoed from beyond. After a quick squeeze, the toes then rubbed over each other again, passing the tiny boy between them, all for him to sink and become snug in the gaps between once more.

Then it was too much.

There's... no holding it back. If I'm going to lose this, then I might as well enjoy it!

With his body smothered by the pink walls on either side of him, Adam turned against the flesh, sliding his cock against the smoothness. Then, closing his eyes, he thrust his hips wildly, humping the sight of Pinkie's plump toe, feeling his dick sink slightly into the flesh, all the while using his mouth to suck and lick at the saltiness of her foot.

The aching in his cock expanded to dizzying heights. No longer could the tightness of his cock contain the hardness within. The dam broke. The pleasure peaked. Burst and pump and blow of cum and seed and jizz spilled and splattered against the side of the toe. The droplets of sweat caught it at once, tainting its clarity with milky whiteness.

Adam was thankful the toes held him so firmly. If they hadn't been holding his head in place, he was sure he would have fallen forward. He panted, breathing in the scent of her foot. The sweat of her toes mixed with his own. He hung there limply body spent from such a long, exhausting day, though finally relieved of the pleasure plaguing him since its start.

For whatever the reasons, the toes seemed to be done wiggling around him as well. It was as if they knew of his deed. Letting him slip down their sweatiness, he came to rest beneath them, their underside like a smooth, soft bed covering him.

“Hey, mom! That you?”

Adam shivered at the voice. The thundering of distant footsteps awakened the aching in his crotch once more. The squealing stopped directly to his left. He couldn't see it, but he could sense the other foot afar. It killed him to know all these large feet were so close, supporting the giant women towering high over him.

There must have been more to that spell than what Twilight had let on, because no sooner than he had finished, his balls were refilling with his seed. His cock, despite the painful aching, began to harden at the very idea being in a shoe.

Even more, he knew that the other giant was a kid... and one that would play with him in ways that Adam was scared to think of.

“Seems like you're off to somewhere quick?” Adam felt his stomach lurch as the foot raised, coming down slightly on another. Above, he could hear the two hugging above, two massive figures coming together. “Don't tell me! You have a sleepover today, don't ya?”

“Is that... still okay?”

“Better than okay! You better get there quick, or you'll be late for some fun!” Pinkie curled her toes once more, playing with Adam again. Only the movement was quicker, more deliberate. It even felt a tad... frisky? “Mommy wants to have some of her own fun tonight, so I'll see you after the weekend, okay?”

Adam was too out of it to pay attention to the rest of the conversation. Already, his lust was returning. Seeing the distant ceiling of the shoe, with the towering toes above him, causing him to flick his hips into the crevice between the toes. The tight space welcomed his cock, lubricating it with the foot's sweat.

And then, without warning, the massive, stretching pink foot pulled back from the confines of the stadium-like shoe, backing out from its rim, all with him clutched between her pink toes...

The moment the pebble moved on its own, that's when Pinkie knew something was off for sure. When she had raced up the steps, skipped down the hall, entered her room, at once, she threw herself onto the bed. Lying down, she raised her shoes, gazing at them, wiggling her toes beneath them, squinting while she did so.

Whatever was inside there... it was reacting to her.

When she finally did sit up, she did so to take off her shoe, letting her foot slip out of it. She had the object clutched between her toes, unable to stop herself from rubbing them together, indulging in the bliss that came from plaything with the object.

And then she saw it.

Pinkie had to sit down on the mass of her ass, raising her foot up to her face, her legs resting up almost like a sex position. Grabbing her foot, she brought it close to her eyes, seeing, much to her disbelief and to the added pinkness on her cheeks and the heat between her legs, the tiny boy clutched between her toes.

Adam didn't look like he had anything to say. Held high above the sheets, kept in the air by something like her foot over the vistas below. It felt embarrassing to be held like this, by her foot, before the girl's giant gaze.

Even worse was when it flicked down, catching his erection.

Adam didn't have words to say.

But a mile-long smile did stretch across Pinkie's lips.