Dollhouse

It had been two years since Jeremiah's wife took the girls and left for her new beau. Stephen had gotten to work quickly, spoiling Jeremiah's daughters and he could feel the emotional distance growing. So, when he saw that their favorite musician was doing a concert an hour away he started planning. VIP tickets that included a meet and greet with opportunities to sign merchandise would be the perfect gift with Christmas fast approaching. At $350 a piece, though, he felt his plans unravelling. Jeremiah's wife left him because he lost his job and in the two years since, he hadn't found another opportunity. His unemployment benefits had long expired and he found himself doing odd jobs to make ends meet while paying his mother rent to cover his basement bedroom.

Jeremiah wasn't a bad looking sort at forty-four, but he had definitely started to feel his age since everything fell apart. It didn't help that he had no one to comfort him physically. It's not like he could afford to take anyone out, much less take them back to his manchild hovel filled with badly taped boxes of a life lost. He had never had a problem satisfying a lover, something he prided himself on. Unfortunately, being attractive in your forties was less about your sexual prowess and more about emotional and financial stability - things Jeremiah was sorely lacking in.

He had become reliant on the work he found on local message boards and marketplaces for the meager income that he did bring. People desperate to move a couch before their landlord threw it in the dumpster. Short-term security jobs, et cetera. But one night Jeremiah spotted an ad for work that was suspiciously good. Go to a local lab where he had been before for drug testing and submit blood, hair and saliva samples - the pay? $500. That put him more than halfway to Christmas victory which was much further than he was now, so he couldn't turn the opportunity down.

It was even more surprising when he got a follow-up packet in the mail asking him to provide more - directly. Enclosed vials and a hypodermic needle slid out onto the table when he opened the manila envelope. Papers inside held instructions and promised an additional $1,000 that erased any concerns about the shadiness of the arrangement. Jeremiah pricked his finger, supplied the other samples in the apportioned vials and put it in his mailbox. He imagined the permanent smiles affixed to his daughter's faces when they left the concert venue with signed posters and t-shirts, still warm and tingling from the meet & greet hugs they'd surely receive.

The instructions advised to make himself available for a week and ensure that all pets and children were cared for. He wasn't sure why - he had sent the samples off just now, what more could they need? But he had the girls every other weekend and had just dropped them off a couple days ago, so he was in the clear, regardless.

As he laid down to go to sleep that night, he mused over the instructions. The last item in the list said he'd be contacted within 24 hours, which seemed strange since he put them in the mailbox around 9PM, but he shrugged off the strangeness as amusing and nothing more. Maybe they'd give him a bonus if they were late? Maybe he'd enjoy a t-shirt at the concert, too. And a hug.

He stirred the next morning with the oddest feeling. Like when you wake at a sleepover in the dead of night. The smells are different. The air is different. The silhouettes in the darkness all play to your worst fears. Just taking in the strangeness of your unfamiliar surroundings in the still dark. He opened his eyes expecting to scan the same sad unfinished basement as always. Instead, he found himself in some sort of child's reconstruction of a sparse turn of the century doll's room. The wallpaper was peeling, showing the fabric scraps for what they were. His back ached and he noticed that he was laying on a piece of thin plywood. Jeremiah himself was folded into a giant washcloth that served as mattress and duvet and as he looked across the room to see a wall was missing, he realized he was tiny.

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and shook his head hard. Some afterimages from a dream must have stayed with him. All that did was give him a much sharper image of the situation he was in. He did in fact appear to be inside a room within an old dollhouse,which was split in half for easy access to the interior. Where his room stopped at the missing wall the space expanded into a dark and dingy attic space. The ceiling sloped on either side above, buttressed with cross beams that faded beyond the reach of a single lightbulb that spasmed overhead. The dim yellow it emitted highlighted the tufts of dust the size of his head that drifted through the stale air. A football field away, a few feet at most, Jeremiah finally spotted the giant.

Jeremiah held his breath and stepped to the edge of the room, taking in the sight. He could see the entire beast. A giant man, masturbating furiously.

The giant's fingers were columns of flesh that wrapped around his cock, truly prodigious in its enormity. With each stroke the look of ecstasy on the man's face made Jeremiah confident that he wasn't in danger of being seen. In the dollhouse room above him, Jeremiah heard sharp gasps and moans cutting through the booming grunts and heavy breathing of the thing overhead. On either side of the room were cutaways in the wall that served as doors. Jeremiah tested the space, stepping into the room next to him. There was a wooden staircase that circled upward in an impractically tight spiral. He was pretty sure it wouldn't meet the required building codes. He wasn't an athlete, but he wasn't in such terrible shape that he couldn't scale a too small set of stairs. He also was more than a little intrigued by the noises he heard coming from above.

In the two years since the divorce he hadn't dated at all. He couldn't say the giant penis pointed towards him had done much for his appetite, but whoever was making the noises upstairs obviously didn't mind being watched and he may as well have something positive to say about the experience.

There was a sudden burst of hot air as liquid splattered and dripped from the edge of the floor above him. The giant released rasping groans of pleasure as more cum shot from his cock. Jeremiah watched globes of the stuff fall through the haze onto the floorboards, some of it making it all the way to the dollhouse floors. Jeremiah's disgusted awe was interrupted by shrieks of pleasure. Not from the giant, but female shrieks of pleasure right above him.

The house rattled on the table as the giant fell with an exhausted sigh to a stool that had been hidden from view behind him. Jeremiah had gotten halfway up the stairs, climbing them like some sort of failed jungle gym experiment to get through the opening above him. When the house bounced for a moment upon the giant's fall, Jeremiah jumped instinctively for more solid ground, landing back on the floor with an, "Oh shit!" as he thudded on all fours and scrambled to stand back up.

Jeremiah's exclamation was met with a booming, "Hey! Alright, you're awake, too. This is great!"

A head the size of a building swung down to Jeremiah's first floor abode. He appeared to be about twenty-eight, but in the yellow haze of this attic it was hard to tell. The lone bulb flickered behind the titan's head and dim light wrapped around to his gaunt cheeks. He was pale, but in a slightly sick way. There was a color that just seemed a bit off. His eyes sat a bit too far outside of his head and even if he weren't massive, Jeremiah was sure he would look naturally creepy. There was a giddiness to him, a natural excited vibration that felt unstoppable in the worst way.

"I bet Grace woke you up, didn't she?" Hot breath spilled out into Jeremiah's cubby of a room and he turned and grimaced, "Oh, sorry dude! I'm still getting used to how to interact with you little guys."

As the giant took a breath, Jeremiah exclaimed, "Hey, what the fuck is this man? This can't.. This can't be real. What the fuck is this?! This is fucking... wild, dude. What the fuck... " he trailed off pressing his palms into his eyes, like maybe he was just seeing it all wrong. Maybe the right amount of pressure would re-attune him to his home dimension.

"Ok, take two is going about as well as the first. Uh, you're shrunk, but it's ok - I'm gonna take care of you. Food, comfort, entertainment - you name it man, it's all yours. I think you're gonna like the next part a lot -- in exchange, I have arranged for two beautiful ladies to be available for you to uh.. well, pleasure."

Jeremiah stared at the enormous man who somehow seemed pathetic, despite being able to crush Jeremiah with a thumb and forefinger if he so pleased.

"Oh and I'm Brandon. Gotta remember that first next time. And your name, yeah that should be number two. Ha! Wait, I didn't ask, what's your name?" The boy giant seemed to almost be talking to himself, needing only occasional input from Jeremiah.

"Hey. Dude. What.. no, seriously, what the actual fuck are you talking about?!" There was a chair, obviously not from this house originally, molded from white plastic into a crude pseudo wicker design and Jeremiah grabbed it and spun once, shotputting the chair out of his tiny room onto the attic floor far below with a hollow clack clack clack as it settled.

"Get me the fuck out of here man, now! Make me normal again! I... how'd you even do this?!"

A flash of annoyance shot across Brandon's face as his eyes shot furtively back and forth, a miscalculation.

"Did you hear me?" the giant inquired, "I said you would be basically fucking two super hot women for me. And I'm still gonna pay you the other grand. And I'll take care of you, too. No rent, whatever food you want!"

Jeremiah started screaming.

"HELP! HEEEEEELP! SOMEBODY!! HE'S SOME MAD SCIENTIST MOTHER FUCKER!!!" Jeremiah edged closer to the steep drop at the edge of the room.

"Hey! Hey, stop! You're just gonna hurt yourself! Look - hey, look!" Brandon reached a hand into the room above Jeremiah and when he pulled it back out there was a woman. An exhausted looking woman in a blue summer dress. She laid lazily in the palm of Brandon's massive hand, one leg stiff while she bent her other leg and ran her ankle up and down, like a too gentle cricket trying to chirp. The dress looked like it was going to slide off her at any minute and as her leg bent she paid no mind to the show she was giving.

He could see her pussy glistening, even in light this low. The unmistakable redness of her face emitted warmth through the din and there was genuine sleepy contended pleasure plastered all over her face and in the way she moved. She rolled slightly to one side and squeezed her thighs together, biting her lip as she did so. A hand fought to travel to her groin and instead diverted down her outer thigh and back to a well-defined ass. She gripped her ass cheek with one hand, pulling it away and opening up her still spasming vagina. She had just cum - it was unmistakable.

"She's yours. I brought her here for you. For us to enjoy. But.. you know, I'm a bit big, haha." The hand inched closer by feet to Jeremiah, "Grace, show him it's ok."

Grace? The woman rolled to one side until she flopped onto her stomach and brought herself into a prowling stance. Her shoulders and butt stuck out while her torso dipped low, swinging as she crept until she spilled out of the fleshy dais of Brandon's palm. She sat crumpled on the floor breathing softly for a moment. Jeremiah walked over, unsure if she needed help but as soon as he was within reach, her hand snaked up his leg. Her fingers spread as she reached into the loose shorts he wore and he felt his scrotum retreat at the rush of her touch. Her fingertips were like globes of warmth on his skin and if any part of him had been wary it was all relaxing now. Both hands searched over his mid-section, exploring him in wanton curiosity. He felt the skin in his intimate parts sagging and expanding and tingling all at once. His senses exploded with heat as her fingers wrapped around his balls and the shaft of his penis at the same time. Almost as soon as she had them she was working them together in short, slow circles towards her.

Jeremiah could see she was staring at him in his periphery. Boring holes right where his eyes would be if he weren't doing everything in his power not to meet her gaze. This strange woman in this insane place and before they've even said hi to each other she had her hand on his dick while a giant watched. A giant who very much seemed to be gearing up for round 2 even as mountainous globs of his cum sat level with the furniture. The giant wasn't stroking, but was grabbing at himself sensually. Jeremiah could hear his breathing as if it were his own, amplified. Grace's grip had tightened and she was pulling back his foreskin and playing rough with his cock. The sensation of the head against his gym shorts while she stroked him was heavenly. The giant's breathing was deep and indulgent and so was Jeremiah's.

A rush of cold air replaced the warmth as Grace ripped the cotton shorts down, exposing his rock hard dick. Grace rushed to grip it again, to cradle it in both hands. Her right moved down to his balls and gently kneaded, cats paws against a pillow. Her left was led by her thumb as it stroked up and down. When she reached the head, her thumb brushed over it and he gasped a little each time, barely catching his breath before it happened again.

When the new heat was introduced, it was all over with. Her breath spilled over the head of his cock just before her warm, wet lips fell over it. Her tongue enveloped it from below, swirling around before she moved to the bottom, kissing reverently as she worked her way down.

Grace felt Jeremiah's cock throbbing explosively in her grip. She wanted to run her tongue up the length of it, wanted to wrap her whole tongue around it and would if it were physically possible. But she was worried she might not make it back to the top before he came for her. She felt who he was. Like her, repressed. Waiting for the good part of life. She'd make that now for both of them.

Grace's tongue moved between Jeremiah's balls before she took one in her mouth, gentling suckling while she continued to work his now soaking wet cock. Her hand slid up the shaft effortlessly and Jeremiah was now edging with every fiber of his being trying not to cum so quickly. Even in this circumstance, he had his pride. When her mouth closed over the head of his cock and dipped low, taking in the full length of it, though, Jeremiah splattered the back of Grace's throat with his hot cum. He felt his cock twitching in it still as Grace swirled her tongue over it, revelling in the mess she had made.

Jeremiah realized he was holding her head in place with his entire cock in her mouth. She wasn't struggling, just moaning and writhing gently against herself, a hand working between her legs slowly, hypnotically. He let go of her hair only to grab again to pull her off when she didn't rise on her own. Still she gasped in a long breath once her airway was clear again, eyes wide as she moved her lips over one another, slick with his seed. Her tongue shot out and ran the rim of her lips as her hips joined in the rhythmic motion of her hand against her crotch.

Brandon towered over them, now audibly grunting and mumbling to himself.

"Oh my fucking god. Oh my fucking God. That's so hot. Fuck. Fuck."

Jeremiah looked around dazed, unbelieving. Is this what it felt like to go mad?

He was still hard. Jeremiah realized he was still hard as a rock. Perhaps the past two years had been stored up? Perhaps you did not in fact lose it if you didn't use it. He ran a hand up and down his cock, inspecting his weapon for service. It was as strong as ever and shimmering faintly with Grace's spit and his cum.

Grace was just starting to build momentum towards her second orgasm when she felt two large hands grab behind her from under her arms. She was gently bent over the doll table that now lay on its side, the top facing her like a short wall. She felt determined fingers wrap around her wrists and extend her arms forward to the table's legs. The hands gently but firmly wrapped her fingers around the legs for support, his fingers weaving between hers. As they were bent forward, Grace felt the head of Jeremiah's cock slide up her soaking wet cunt and she shivered against him, only exciting her pussy further. She squirmed against his weight trying to guide his dick back towards her entrance until his hands suddenly released her wrists. They slid back down her arms, sending another shiver as they worked down her sides to her waist, wrapping around her pelvis with his thumbs digging into her back.

She missed his touch against her pussy for just a moment before his hands reached down and grabbed her thighs and yanked her back towards him. Her grip tightened on the table legs and she felt her back arching to meet him. His cock slid inside her in one smooth motion, all the way to the hilt. When he had filled her, she felt the coarseness of their hair and skin against her clit as he stayed fully inside her, grinding, swirling around. Her body twisted in pleasure against him, reaching a hand back to somehow get him further inside her. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and forced it back behind her, pulling himself in harder and she squeaked a gasp out in pleasure.

Every thrust of his cock was in a crescent, running the edge right along the outside of her pussy sending waves of pleasure through her. She wanted so badly to touch herself, to massage her clit and cum instantly, but she couldn't. One hand stabilized her against the table while the other was pulled back in Jeremiah's paw, arching her back towards him, pulling his cock deeper inside of her.. All she could think about was cumming, all she could think about was the single breath across her most sensitive place that would send her into a soul crushing orgasm. The thrusting instead found a swift coldness tickling the tip of her clit in its wetness, only reminding her of how badly she wanted to touch it, but was unable to reach it.

"Please." Grace could barely whisper.

Jeremiah didn't stop. His cock pounded into her relentlessly. Brandon's breathing grew deeper, louder.

"Please!" Grace barked in between thrusts.

"What?" Jeremiah asked, confused and not sure if he could stop if he wanted.

"I want to cum. Please let me cum." Grace begged, tugging at her wrist.

Jeremiah released Grace's wrist while continuing to drill into her from behind, but was terrified by a booming "NO!" from Brandon.

"SHE CAN'T CUM YET. GRAB HER." Brandon bellowed, obviously trying to stay focused.

His face was red instead of its usual pallid olive and his eyes were dreamy with pleasure contrasting the hardness in his voice.

Jeremiah didn't know what to do, until Grace's wrist slammed back with such force he thought she might have dislocated it at first. Jeremiah grabbed her wrist again, feeling the difference as his cock dug deep into her warmth. Her depths pulled him in, the soft wet inside sucking his cock, encouraging exploration. Grace's hip worked hard to push back into him and their rhythm created a mindnumbing pleasure that washed over his entire body.

"Cum inside her."

It came almost as a whisper. Like a demon on your shoulder, tempting you. The sound filled the space, seeming to come from everywhere and inside his head all at once.

"Cum inside her now." Brandon repeated.

"Fill me. Please fill me up." Grace begged, almost sobbing in pleasure. Their fucking was audible, wet and hard against eachother, Grace yipping every time her clit slammed into him.

Jeremiah wasn't sure he had anything left in the tank, but it wasn't hard to release and he was surprised at the warmth that filled her vagina as he continued to pump into her. The wetness took a different texture as he continued to slide in and out of her, occasionally stopping to run the length of his slippery cock against her clit. His moans of pleasure were drowned out by her own as she twitched in great starts against him, even after he finally left her, leaning back on his burning haunches.