She spotted him right away on the kitchen counter, a pathetic three-inch speck trying to hide behind the salt shaker. "Well, well," she said, her voice booming like thunder. "Another little man who thought he could sneak around my house."
Her massive hand slammed down, fingers curling around him before he could run. She lifted him straight to her face, her breath hot and thick. "Look at you, tiny dick. Already hard? Pathetic." She squeezed just enough to make him gasp, then dropped him into her palm and carried him to the bedroom without another word.
She stripped fast, yanking off her tank top and shorts. Her tits hung heavy, nipples dark and thick as thumbs. She lay back on the bed, spread her legs wide, and dropped him between them. "Crawl," she ordered. "Get that useless little body up to my cunt and start licking."
He obeyed, scrambling over the sheets that felt like rough canvas. Her pussy loomed like a wet cave, lips swollen and glistening. The smell hit him first—musky, sharp, overpowering. He pressed his face to her clit, which was bigger than his head, and licked. She groaned low and rolled her hips, grinding him flat against her.
"Harder, you little shit. Use your whole body."
She reached down, pinched his legs between two fingers, and rubbed him up and down her slit like a living toy. His tiny cock dragged across her slick folds, smearing him in her juices. Every time he tried to breathe she pressed harder, smothering him against her throbbing clit until his lungs burned. "That's it. Drown in it."
When she got bored of that she flipped him onto his back and straddled him with just her pussy. The heat was insane. She lowered herself slowly, letting her dripping lips engulf his entire body from the chest down. He thrashed, but she just laughed and rocked her hips, fucking herself with his squirming form. "Feel that? Your whole fucking life is my pussy now."
She lifted off for a second, strings of her wetness connecting them, then slammed down again, grinding in circles. His arms were pinned, his face mashed against her asshole when she tilted forward. "Lick that too, tiny. Clean me while I use you." He had no choice; her weight forced his tongue out and she moaned when she felt it.
She kept him there for what felt like hours, alternating between smothering him under her ass and forcing him deep into her cunt. Every orgasm made her clench like a vice, nearly crushing him. When she finally came hard she screamed his name like an insult, flooding him with fresh squirt that he had to swallow or choke.
Afterward she scooped him up, sticky and dazed, and dropped him into a glass jar on her nightstand. "Rest up, toy. Tomorrow I'm introducing you to my girlfriends. They're gonna love passing you around." She flicked the jar lid shut, turned off the light, and left him in the dark with the scent of her still coating every inch of his skin.
He lay there panting, cock still aching, already wondering how much rougher it would get when there were more giant women involved. She owned him completely now, and they both knew it.
