Dollhouse

Grace marveled at the shoddy makeshift tablecloth. She looked at the "table". She saw the massive staples where tiny nails would usually be, nearly splitting the wood they drove into. And a scrap of plaid red and white cloth draped unceremoniously over it, not even big enough to drape over the table. Grace had been shrunk and she couldn't take her eyes off of the shitty dollhouse furniture.

The furniture wasn't the giveaway. That had been the half of the house missing, herself placed in the bedroom of a house sliced vertically like some science diagram of americana. She walked to the edge, finding herself on the second story of a half-house on what appeared to be a grimy table in a dark attic. The rusty sun above her, a filthy flickering lightbulb. A rectangle of light exploded against the wood slats of the attic wall across the room. The doorway it shone from didn't give much indication of where she was except likely an attic. She could make out the top of a handrail that dropped diagonally, indicating stairs.

It was maybe fifteen feet away to her left, but to Grace she may as well been looking down into a valley from her hilltop manor. The harsh light of the rectangle on the opposite right was eclipsed by the silhouette of a ball at the bottom. The ball bounced, growing a trunk under it, creaking and thudding across the room until the rectangle was split in half. Across from his shadow, a man had appeared in the doorway. He wasn't a big man relative to his size. Grace figured him to be about one-hundred eighty pounds, maybe five-foot-eleven. He wore a tan colored shorts with puffy pockets on the thighs and a black t-shirt with some sort of cartoon woman on the front. Her ample breast and large magical staff warped around the small paunch of his gut.

There was rustling as he finished ascending the stairs. Grace noticed the man was holding a plastic bag in each hand. He stood slouched, each bag threatening to pull his shoulders even lower. An Anti-posture correction device. One hand held a large white cup with a blue band around the middle, a bright orange straw sticking out. When he saw Grace from across the room he froze for a moment. The bags hissed slightly as the contents shifted followed by a loud pop as his drink slipped from his hand. It hit the dusty floor, spilling its neon blue contents over the dust crusted floorboards and the giant hissed,"Shit!" turning only briefly to observe the blue sludge out before jerking his gaze back towards Grace. He was roughly the size of a skyscraper and as he bounded over the table underneath her shook, bouncing the house slightly. Dust blew from the floorboards as they squeaked and groaned in protest.

"Whaaaaat? Oh my God. Oh my God." His voice crashed loudly through the open space, but it was dulled by the stacked boxes and rolled rugs.

He wasn't a big man. That's wrong. He was the biggest man Grace had ever seen in her life. He stood some two-hundred feet taller than her and she was roughly at his navel when he came to a stop, bending to get close enough to drink her in. Straining the floorboards had left the stale air choked with a musty thickness and Grace coughed and squeezed her eyes. Her head did a small shake before she froze and then, "ACHOO!" Grace spat out a sneeze that left strands of thick snot hanging. She gripped the bit of her cardigan sleeve that hung stretched into her palm and timidly dabbed at her nose, somehow embarrassed and terrified. It was funny to her that when the monster is a human the brain still couldn't let go of social decorum.

A shadow slid across the floor and climbed her as she did it. When she looked up, the giant was bending over marveling at her. He wore glasses with thin silver frames and his blue eyes took on a grey hue in the shadows. The pathetic light from the attic bulb outlined his greasy dark hair in a sickly yellow. It was medium length and jutted out where it met his ears. Some of it had fallen into his glasses when he scuttled over and he ran a knobby hand across his brow into his hair, brushing it away and back. He had a look of incredulity about him. His cheeks kept jumping, pressing his eyelids together and exposing his teeth in a way that made his expression turn wolfish as he hovered over Grace.

He didn't salivate or lick his lips, though and when he rasped "Oh. My. God" he was still too stunned to clear his throat.

He set his snacks down, straightened up and really took her in - a rare specimen. An unexpected success. A scientific marvel.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Ha! Look at me. You're barely awake and I'm - heh - I'm just.. Oggling you. No, we'll get to that! Ha!"

He looked behind him over either shoulder before spotting a dusty stool and dragging it over. Now he towered over her, his open legs cliffs that rose to his trunk. His face was like a moon in an eclipse above her.

"My name is Brandon. And I just.. I can't fucking believe this worked. I.. are the others awake?"

The ground shuddered as he slid backwards and swept the moon of his head back and forth, scanning the floor beneath her and the rooms adjacent to her.

Brandon gave an, "Oh well" shrug and went back to blocking the sun and Grace lost her shit.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?! I - I- I-" Grace's throat closed her lungs refusing the air she desperately needed as she panicked completely.

"Miss, miss. Hey - uh. Hey look. Take a second. This is real, you're not dreaming. This is permanent and irreversible. No one knows you're here but me and soon two others, both fun size, like you."

He skidded the chair back across the floor and the bouncing of the Earth underneath her did not aid in calming her panicking brain as she began to feel as through she might vomit.

"I'm not saying that to be cruel, I'm not. I just know when I have panic attacks - I think you're having a panic attack - it helps me to just.. State things plainly."

The moon swung towards her and her eyes were globes of water on either side, wet and sliding.

"That's what is happening. And I have a feeling you're not going to like what comes next. It can be fun. I think we can make it fun....together. You just have to be willing to do some things for me."

Brandon got more expressive as he spoke, and the odd light gave him an appearance of a maudlin cartoon.

"And you can even, you know, you can do what feels good for you. You know? Like. It's."

He was barely able to contain a horrific grin and his lips and chin quivered to contain the joy.

"You're going to fuck for me. You're going to touch yourself. You're going to touch others. You're going to cum for me."

His face became an effigy of earnestness, tears welling in his eyes. "And I will make sure you are happy and fed and entertained and.. You will live like.. Like royalty. If you listen."

He looked down sheepishly for a moment before gaining his exhausted courage back. "Does.. is.. is that something we can.. Do?"

Grace had been in her second year of an M.S. in Accounting and more excited than anything to finally be on to the good part of life. That's what she had always told herself, "You just need to get through this list and you'll be to the good part of life." And she steadily ticked things off the list. Her GPA. Her extracurriculars. Finding the right school. Getting the bachelors and now finally - with a job pending completion of her masters... in just a few short months she'd be on the other side. The good side of life.

She had always supplemented her limited school budget, one that was mostly paid for by her devoted parents and grandparents chipping in for tuition, room and board, books and things - but left very little over for eating out or enjoying the very limited breaks she had with friends. So she would look through online marketplaces nearby, personal ads of sorts on reddit and facebook marketplace. She'd do dog walking, help old people move around furniture or put together an ikea table. She hadn't told anyone but she even posed once for an art study group. She was a nude reference for about 8 men and a few women. Grace had always been studious and focused but being watched. Studied. Resisting the urge to squeeze her thighs together to release some of the pressure. Wondering if her wetness might run down her leg at any moment.

So, she had done some odd jobs and some odder jobs and the one she spotted that day appeared to be one of the oddest variety. A RandoBrando Corp. was seeking test subjects and paying $500 in advance for hair, nail, urine and blood samples that she submitted through a local drug testing company that this RandoBrando place contracted through. They would be in touch if she met the criteria for the actual test they were conducting. No further information was given about the test or what might be further expected of them. And she was grateful for the $500 all the same. This would put her that much closer to the dream vacation - once she was to the good part of life.

Until she got a packet in the mail on glossy, good quality paper. It advised she was selected for further participation along with a bonus $1,000.

Included instructions stated that in order to participate, she would need to make herself available for up to a week with any children or pets encouraged to be left in the care of others. The nature of the request seemed strange to her - why would any lab take particular care to children and pets? But she just so happened to be on the other side of Fall exams. With over a month to spare until school started back up for the final stretch. This would help her buy presents for the family while also setting aside a nice chunk for the fund for a much needed vacation.

In the packet she also found two glass vials with rubber stoppers labeled in an old pixelated font BLOOD and HAIR. Behind the vials were more forms to fill stating she had taken care of her non-existent pets and children for up to a week. When she lifted the large envelope to grab the papers a hypodermic needle slid out, still in its sterile package. After all the instructions were complete, it advised they would be in touch within 24 hours which seemed like a ridiculous typo to her. She hadn't even mailed the package out, how could they possibly be in touch within 24 hours? And yes, it had occurred to her that this seemed sketchy, but honestly unless someone was using this as evidence for a crime scene this was worth it. She didn't mind parting with a bit more hair and blood now that she had already contributed to whatever macabre purpose. Grace chuckled at whatever was going on with this place and pricked her finger with the included needle, part of her realizing this was stupid on so many levels. And the other, hungrier part of her realizing she couldn't stop if she wanted.

The moon breathed above her bringing in the sounds of the tide in his steady breath, waiting breathless for her response.

The sounds soothed Grace, to her surprise. A massive perverted Lemaze deity coaching her through a panic attack. $1,000 seemed like a steal now.

She didn't look up at first, her hair hanging on either side of her head in a wavy tangle. She sniffed and wiped at her slimy face, covered in tears and snot. And pulled herself to standing.

"You're keeping me here as a.. as a fuck doll? And.. and there.. There are OTHER people here, too? And..." Grace slapped a hand to her mouth and another to her stomach, convulsing as she tried not to vomit. The stomach hand shot out to the table top and she swallowed hard.

"Why are you doing this?" crawled from her lips before she fell into sobs, sliding against the scratchy fabric wallpaper behind her until she hit the ground, her knees up and out to either side in a daze.

"See? See, that's not so hard. Just like that."

The pools of goo staring at her between her legs brought her to attention.

She hadn't worn underwear that day. Masturbation was one of the few pleasures in life that Grace had the time and funds for. Ever since the nude modeling gig she had found her scheduled masturbatory sessions enhanced by spending the day in a loose fitting dress cinched at the waist and most importantly, without undies. Grace kept her underwear selection pretty tame by most standards. You wouldn't find a thong or g-string in any of her stash. So the comparative freedom of going commando for her was an utter rush.

She'd be reminded of her secret when she'd sit and cross her legs. The feel of her thighs crossing over one another, flesh on flesh. Her pubic hair brushing against them. She'd get a little wetter.

In the summer when she walked to work a few blocks she'd begin to sweat just a little and she'd feel the wetness, the lack of friction and it would turn her on all the more.

And today had been a masturbation day. Today, Grace hadn't worn underwear and her cornflower blue dress had risen slightly with her knees, displaying her entirely to her apparent captor.

And he was pleased. Brandon's wet tongue was birthed from his lips as he wet them, staring at her pussy while she was collapsed on the ground.

He reassured her further, "This is a great start. Hey. I think this is gonna be great. Th-- uh.. Thank you."

Brandon shook the house again as he slid the chair backwards and stood long enough to whip his pants off, something he appeared to have expertly practiced. In a singular motion his belt, button and fly were undone and the waist lowered to reveal what Grace imagined to be a rather average sized penis. At this scale it was hard to tell because she could scale it at the current size and her jaw dropped as she realized it was growing.

Brandon visibly bit his lip as he wrapped his massive hand around the monolithic cock, then moving slowly in a piston motion before looking up at her.

"Touch yourself."

Grace had snapped free from her daze, but hadn't moved. Her eyes were locked on his, trying her best not to look down at his cock. Wanting to move her legs, but paralyzed and she was starting to feel surges. Warmth was moving down her inner thighs and into her crotch. She knew if she moved, she'd feel the wetness. She knew if she saw his cock again it would be over with.

"What's your name?"

Grace stared back, eyes quivering like tadpoles before a massive fish, breathing all of her in with a single gulp.

"Miss, what's your name."

"G-", she coughed out. "Grace." It came out as a squeak.

"Grace, I want you to touch yourself for me." He licked his lips, "Look, I'm already doing it. There's nothing to be embarrassed about ok. We're both adults and.. I'm gonna make you so comfortable, ok? Just.. touch yourself. Touch yourself, Grace."

Grace felt the familiar quiver around her lips that indicated imminent nausea but even more than that she felt a rush. A surge unlike anything she'd felt before. This was the crossing of a threshold.

Grace's hand peeked over the top of her dress, parted between her thighs and she peeled it back along her bright thighs. The fabric against her skin brought goose flesh and she shivered against the makeshift floor in a way that made her arch her back. A bolt of pleasure.

Her hand crept further, led by two fingers gliding down before finding her clit. She shuddered as her hand, wet with tears and snot slid across her most sensitive place. She gasped as she brought the fingers back in, slowly, before settling into a rotation. She gazed back at Brandon, lifelessly.

"Grace, you're doing so good. Does it feel good? Does it feel good, Grace?"

She felt her gaze falling. Down the sheer cliff of his torso, split by the trunk of his cock, pumped vigorously like an engine. It was like he was pumping heat directly into her. Directly into her pussy. She felt her fingers rub around the outside, gliding effortlessly around her lips and towards her entrance. She dipped them briefly before circling back to her clit and smothering it as she felt her breathing go from shallow to heaving. Moans began to escape, dry at first and then full and long. Her free hand groped at her breasts, eventually ripping the dress off and running her thumb over her hard nipples and occasionally grabbing at her ass, pushing herself off the ground.

Grace didn't often use toys. She didn't have the constitution to buy one in person and she had a bad experience purchasing on online that gave her a reaction. So, she had been forced to pleasure herself with her fingers exclusively, leaving her an expert in one of her favorite pastimes.

As Brandon pumped the massive cock and filled Grace with his heat she slid both fingers inside her. She felt her butt lift off the ground as she began to grind towards them, eager to get deeper. Soon she was lifting off the ground with each thrust and had slid down further to gain better purchase. She could hear how wet she was as her fingers slammed into her pussy harder and harder. She could no longer physically see Brandon's cock with her head thrown back, but she could still picture it in time with the sounds of him working his hand up and down just a few feet away, across a canyon.

She was getting so close now, she felt her ankles start to shake with little spasms of pleasure and knew she'd have to lay back soon and just let the orgasm wash over her, but just before she gave in there was a loud thud that shook the floor.

"Don't stop!" Brandon barked as he stumbled over, his fully erect cock bridging the distance, inches away pumping at her. Grace shoved her fingers back inside her, desperate for the inevitable waves of pleasure now. Her left hand grabbed at her ass, pulling her cheek away and opening up her pussy even more as Brandon's cock hovered above.

Brandon's cock erupted in a spurt of hot liquid that spattered the floors around Grace and completely covered her left calf. The warmth shot up her leg and right into her pussy as she thrust in what she knew would be the last stroke of a life defining orgasm.

Grace shrieked out across the expanse of the attic, piercing through even the giant's groans as she arched her back and slid her head backwards into the wall. Her grinding became more and more emphatic, compelled to get every last ounce of pleasure.

When she had drained that well, Grace collapsed. Her hands fell to either side and she breathed in heaving gasps until the quiet was interrupted by Brandon sitting once more, collapsing onto the stool.

"Grace," he said, "I think we're going to get along just fine.