Two Hundred Feet Deep
by willie

I was laying on my hammock with my eyes closed swaying
gently back and forth. The cool air was sweet and fresh. Birds
were singing. I felt free and at peace. Suddenly the music from
the birds ceased. I slowly opened my eyes and froze. Above my
head was a giant female ass, plump and delicious looking. On
either side of the hammock were long perfectly sculptured legs
extending to the ground. I lay there motionless staring at the
most beautiful vision I have ever seen. Slowly the knees on either
side of me began to bend. The ass grew larger as it slowly lowered
its perfect form closer and closer to my face. I tried to move but
my entire body was frozen. The descent lasted for long seconds. My
desire to be engulfed by the most magnificent ass I have ever seen
outweighed any fears I may have had. I began to smell the fragrant
aroma of this giant woman's sex as the descent continued. Finally,
with grace of motion, the ass began to land on my face. My nose
was first to disappear between the cheeks from above. They
descended past my eyes then my ears and stopped only after my
entire face was buried under a mountain of flesh. It was soft and
smooth but also firm. I could feel the muscles squeezing then
releasing my face. I was in ecstasy. I laid there for an eternity,
not moving, not breathing, Just loving every second of my new
found heaven. Ever so gently the giant ass began swaying from side
to side. My whole body moved from side to side hypnotizing me.
Slowly I succumbed and let my mind be rocked to sleep.

When I woke I did not know where I was. I was still
swaying gently, but I was definitely not buried under a woman's
ass. As I slowly regained my senses I began to remember the
previous night. How my wife had shrunk me and worn me in her shoe
to a party. I then realized with horror that I was still in that
same shoe strapped under her foot. The bitch had drank too much
and gone to sleep with her shoe still on. I realized her foot was
hanging over the edge of the bed, thus the gentle swaying. Then
my mind went back to the dream I had. I played back the dream in
my mind over and over again trying to figure out the significance
of it. Then it hit me. Before Jen went to sleep, she said
something about her panties. I was so exhausted after the night
Jen put me through that I was hardly listening. As I laid there
in Jen's shoe, It came to me. She had said she was going to
show me her companion panties. Another wave of fear hit me. Did
Jen plan on wearing me in her panties? If she did, would it be so
bad. I love Jen's 30 year old backside more than any other body
part. In fact, the ass in my dream had to be hers. But to spend a
whole day in there would be too much. And after last night, I
realized what torture she was capable of putting me through. I
laid there for hours hoping Jen would release me and grow me
back. Deep down I knew she had other plans. I tried to go back to
sleep, to pass the time, but my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.
Finally she began to stir. Slowly Jen awoke and put her
feet on the floor. She stood up and walked into the bathroom. I
had forgotten over night just how bad walking was when you were
under the foot of the walker. After she did her morning business
and brushed her teeth, she called me. "Honey, where are you? I
don't feel too good."

"She doesn't remember where I am" I thought. "She's hung
over. When she takes this dastardly shoe off, I can escape. I
won't have much time, though. She'll remember soon enough.
She then walked into the closet, took off her shoe, and
dropped it onto the floor face down. She dropped it with such
force that the velcro strap that was holding me in came loose. I
fell to the floor a free man. She walked out of the closet,
turned around, and walked right back in. "Now I remember why I
went to bed with my shoe on." She bent down to pick up the shoe
but I was gone. When I hit the ground I tried to come up running,
but I had to get my equilibrium back. I fell twice. By the time I
got myself up and running, Jen was walking back into the closet.
I dove into the only thing available, one of her dress boots. Jen
saw me. I just barely made my way to the toe section when I felt
the boot rise and move. A few seconds later I felt it start to
turn over. I had nothing to hold onto and I tumbled out the end
of the boot and into the bathroom sink.

I immediately jumped up and looked at Jen. She still
looked good considering she was slightly hung over. She was
wearing a nighty that barely covered her rear end. I had myself
another close up view of her soft but muscular thighs. "Well
there you are my tiny hubby" she said. "You should not have tried
to hide from me. I see you haven't learned your lesson. After we
eat something we'll begin day two of your training." The dream I
had came back to me instantly and my heart began to race. "Go to
the bathroom. I'll be right back for you" she ordered. I did, and
then just stood there waiting. I didn't know what to do. I really
didn't want to make her mad.

I was beginning to get cold standing there naked in the
sink when Jen came back in. "Let's clean you up a bit" she said
while turning on the water in the sink. "You look like you held
up extremely well considering what I put you through." She had
that evil smile again as she grabbed the soap and lathered her
hands. She then took me into her smooth soapy hands and washed
me. Now this was heaven. She held me with her left hand and
massaged every tiny part of my body with her right. I loved her
soft subtle hands, and at that moment in time I could not get
enough of them. "Feel good" she asked? I only purred with
enjoyment. When she got to my manhood, it started to respond.
That's when I remembered how sore it was from the sexual torture
given to me by my wife's foot. Even though it was sore, it still
got hard. "Save it" she said as she rinsed me off and dried my
body. What she did next with me I never would have expected.
Jen grabbed me by the head with one hand and stuck me
between her legs. She then reached behind her with her other
hand and grabbed my feet. She then proceeded to pull both hands
up jamming me tightly between her thighs. My arm was tight
against her moist panties. My head barely stuck out in front of
her. She squeezed me tightly and began walking. I don't quite
know how she was able to walk all the way to the kitchen with me
wedged between her thighs, but she did. Although her thighs were
very soft, I could feel her muscles flexing and releasing with
every step. In the kitchen, while Jen made breakfast, I remained
between her thighs. After about fifteen minutes of my full body
thigh massage, she put her breakfast onto a plate and sat down at
the kitchen table.

There was just one problem. I was still between her
thighs. Maybe this wasn't such a problem after all. I was now
able to look up inside her nighty and see her boobs. From this
perspective they were huge. I could see her pink round nipples.
Once again I was awestruck by my giant wife's form. What a lucky
guy I was, at least until last night. This view was cut short
when Jen pressed the cloth against her body so she could see my
face. Our eyes met and she smiled. What an awkward position I was
in. It tried to smile back but could only muster a pathetic
little smirk. Anyway it was time to eat. I was literally
starving, and I was hoping she was going to let me eat. I
followed her hand while it put a forkful of scrambled eggs into
her mouth. Then she took a bite of toast. Finally she fed me a
bite of egg with a toothpick. And this is how breakfast went.
She ate while she fed me between her thighs. When we finished
eating, She cleaned up the dishes with me still between her
thighs. Now that breakfast was over and the kitchen clean, I was
removed and given a drink of water from a small bowl. She then
carried me over to the table and placed me on it. Jen sat in a
chair in front of me and looked at me very closely.

Once again, I was awed by my wife's beauty. Her eyes did
not look as good as yesterday, but her lips were just as luscious
as ever. I could not take my eyes off her huge full lips as she
spoke to me. "You have had enough fun for the day" she explained.
"From this minute on you will return to the hell you were in last
night." I gulped and once again thought of my dream, and my
wife's giant ass. "You are about to meet my brand new companion
panties. Well they are not exactly brand new. You see, I've been
wearing them all night." Another wave of panic crept over me. She
wants to stick me into an already dirty pair of her panties. She
wants to wear me all day staring at her ass smelling her deepest
darkest odors. This was not going to be like the dream at all. I
think I started to shake because she started laughing. I was not
liking her evil grin at all now.

"There is just one little problem" Jen continued. "You
are about three inches too tall." Now I was really shaking. She
planned on shrinking me again. I panicked. I turned to run but
she grabbed me. She had removed her panties while she was
talking to me. I was too mesmerized to even notice. She then
stuck my face in the crotch of her panties and said "Breath".
There was no way I was going to breath. I figured I
could hold my breath until I passed out and died. "It would
serve her right" I thought. Jen then wrapped me up tightly with
my face still in the crotch of her panties and stood up. She
then inserted the whole bundle back between her thighs and
squeezed. She nearly broke my ribs and crushed me. I know I
fainted. She maintained the unbelievable pressure until I
breathed in her odors and the bundle collapsed. She knew I had
shrunk again and let the panties fall to the floor.

When I came to, I was strapped in her panties. I could
feel the cool silk on my back. Nothing like the feel of silk.
She was looking down on me as she held them with both hands.
"My you look cute in there all nice and tiny. How about we
start with you backwards? We'll switch you around later." With
that she lowered the panties and began to step into them. I
knew right away what backwards meant. I also I knew I was about
to relive a more sinister version of the dream I had this
morning. I recognized the smell of her feet as they stepped into
their panty holes. First the right, then the left. It was a
smell I now knew well. As I ascended my wife's legs, the sinking
feeling in my stomach got worse with each pull of her hands. I
could see my destination grow larger and larger as I got closer
and closer. In front, I could see her hairy bush with her vagina
lips parting slightly smiling back at me as if knowing it was
just a matter of time before they got a hold of me. Straight
ahead were the giant, plump, round ass cheeks that I'd be pressed
into momentarily. After I passed the knees, it went quickly.
With one hard yank I was there.

The panties were a tight fit. They held me firmly in
place between her cheeks. As she began walking around, the
movement of her ass quickly drew me deeper and deeper inside.
By the time Jen was finished dressing, I was completely
surrounded by ass meat. Once again I could not voluntarily move
a single muscle. I could tell when she was walking. The swaying
motion of her bottom caused her ass cheeks to work against each
other which in turn caused me to twist from side to side. Also
walking made my erection rub her cheeks giving me more pleasure
than I knew I could handle. I hoped she didn't walk much but I
knew my wife couldn't sit still. I new I'd be in deep shit so to
speak if I had to sustain another multiple orgasm evening, let
alone a whole day.

Another thought crossed my strained little mind that
worried me. I wasn't up against her butt hole, but I knew it had
to be close by. In my position, a fart could be deadly. What
about breathing? Since I could smell that smell only my wife has,
I knew I was getting a small amount of air from somewhere. but a
small amount of air it was. I figured if I breathed at a normal
rate, the tiny amount of stale filtered air I was getting should
be enough.

As the morning passed Jen did constant walking. I was
jostled back and forth relentlessly. After what my internal
clock told me was half an hour, I was approaching my first orgasm
of the day. The constant rubbing of my hard on between the depths
of her ass cheeks was making me crazy. Maybe that's what Jen
really wanted to do to me. Torture me until I went insane. Anyway,
I was on my way when I learned another of Jen's tricks. Last
night when I was under her foot she knew when my orgasms were
coming. Today, with me buried deeply between her ass cheeks, she
knew again. Don't ask me how, but she did. I was about to have
one when she clenched her powerful ass. Wow. The pressure on my
body was similar to being 200 feet below the ocean surface. It
was pressure from all around me, 360 degrees of force pushing in.
I've never actually been 200 feet deep in the ocean, but if I
ever am I'll know how much it hurts. She clenched her butt cheeks
so tightly, and for so long that I passed out. When I came to, we
were walking around again and my erection was temporarily gone.
She did this many times throughout the early part of the
afternoon.

Something else I became increasingly aware of as the
afternoon rolled along was sweat. It crept up on me slowly until
I realized I was soaked in butt sweat. I was sliding around more
in my anal coffin that I had been earlier. This only lubricated
the masturbation process and made me approach orgasm much faster.
Jen's sweat was squeezing into my mouth and up my nose. The taste
of her butt sweat was burning me eyes, but at the same time was
making me more horny than ever. I had to climax soon. I really
couldn't ride this sexual yoyo much longer. I did not like the
way she could control my orgasms. It added a new level of
magnitude to her power over me. Once again she read my mind
because this time when I approached an orgasm, she let me go. It
was so intense that I shuddered violently and got a little extra
ass shake from Jen. But like last night, the pleasure turned into
pain. The continued rubbing of my sore spent penis turned into
instant torture. And Jen would not just stay still.

It was a while after my orgasm that Jen showed me her
next form of torture. I was minding my own business trapped
centimeters from her anus when she let one go. She farted.
Unfortunately for me I breathed in any and all air I could get,
including the air she gave me. For the first time in hours my
lungs were full. But, believe me, they were not full of oxygen.
Immediately after she farted, she clenched her butt cheeks so the
gas was stuck in my lungs. It simply had no where to go. After
five minutes or so she released and I was able to start the exhale
process. With my lungs full, the exhale process took minutes. At
this point I think I was high. I was dizzy, and although it was
pitch black in my prison, I saw strange lights. I even got happy
for a few minutes until I fainted or fell asleep.

When I awoke, I was being jostled violently up and down.
"Now what". Stairs! It felt like we were going up stairs. A little
more walking then I felt my waste being pulled backwards. I
slowly slid backwards bent in half at the waste. Then I saw light.
Real light this time. I felt myself going downwards on my back. I
could not fully open my eyes until they adjusted, but I was able
to breath in lung fulls of fresh air. I opened my eyes slowly to
the sight of my gorgeous wife sitting on the toilet. I was on the
floor between her feet, still in her panties.

"High, tiny hubby" she whispered down to me. "You were
asleep for hours. I got the whole house clean. Now if you don't
mind I'd like a little privacy while I go. With that she removed
her foot from the panty hole and put it on top of me. My body,
which was only two inches tall, laid sideways under the base of
her toes. Once again I was breathing between the big and second
toes. And It seemed I could not catch my breath.

"There's that smell again," I cried to myself, "but much
worse than a day ago." Between the stench of her feet, the taste
of the butt sweat all in me, and the lingering aroma of the fart
that was still in my lungs, I began to convulse. This didn't make
Jen feel sorry for me. She just pressed her foot harder on me and
scrunched her toes until I stopped.

After Jen finished on the toilet, she slid both feet over
and placed the big toe of her other foot on my head. She then
reached down and undid the velcro strap. She slid her feet back
and once again curled her toes around me, this time picking me up.
She hopped over to the sink, lifted her foot and dropped me in.
"You look bad and you stink" she told me. "I don't even want to
touch you until you clean yourself up." With that, she turned on
the warm water in the sink and gave me a chunk of soap. She then
walked out of the bathroom.

As I watched Jen's giant body disappear through the
bathroom door, I focused on the perfect ass I just spent the
afternoon inside. Another sinking feeling hit me when I remembered
what she said just before she pulled up her panties. "We'll switch
you around later" is what she had said. I looked, in horror, at
the pink panties with their yellowing crotch lying on the floor.
As I stood in the warm water of the sink faucet, I couldn't take
my eyes off those panties. I was paralyzed by a weird combination
of fright and lust. Slowly the fright won out and a feeling of
despair jointed it. There was not a thing I could do to stop Jen.
She was determined to teach me a lesson this weekend. I hung my
head and showered.

For the next 30 minutes or so Jen treated me wonderfully.
After she picked me up and dried me off, she carried me down
stairs to the kitchen. Jen ate her whole dinner while holding me
in her left hand to keep me warm. The warm feel of my wife's grip
was very soothing and I felt somewhat better by the time she
finished eating. I still felt depressed, but I also felt glad that
it was Jen and not anyone else whose body I was being subjected
to. She looked down at my tiny head sticking out of her fist and
asked me if I was hungry. I nodded and she produced an eye dropper
full of something. "Eat this" she lovingly ordered. "It will make
you strong again." She lowered the dropper to my mouth and began
squeezing while I gulped down the food-drink mix my wife so
lovingly prepared for me. I watched her thumb and forefinger
squeeze the dropper. I imagined it was my head - my face against
her thumb. I thought it might be my head later. I was overwhelmed
by the power this creature had over me.

"I think you've had enough punishment, dear" she said to
me while she fed me. "I don't know how I could have been so cruel.
Tomorrow this will be all over for you. I promise." I wanted to
believe her. I needed to believe her. Then she removed the eye
dropper and planted a huge soft lingering kiss on my entire face.
My face was being caressed by those magnificent lips I've been
longing for for 24 hours. All at once I did believe her. Once
again I was full of hope. I was going to be a free man again. No
more torture. Oh how I love this woman. She then cleaned up while
she explained to me that she was going with her friend to get her
car. Afterward she would come straight home. "I'll put you to bed
before I leave" she assured me "You can rest."

Jen carried me upstairs and into the bathroom. She picked
up the panties and went into our bedroom. She dropped the panties
onto to the bed and laid them out crotch up. "I'm going to make a
bed for you out of these" she said looking down at me. "I want
you to think of me in your dreams." That feeling in my stomach
returned with a flash and my dinner didn't feel so good any more.
"Please don't" I tried to yell back. "They reek." She had
been wearing these panties since yesterday. They were moist,
soiled, and smelled like they were worn since last week. Jen had
been aroused since yesterday from wearing me around, and her
panties had taken the brunt of the arousal. "You promised no
more" I screamed. My protests went unheard.

Jen laid me face up in the crotch of her panties and
strapped me in. My head was facing the front. Now I was really
confused. I could not figure out the mind of this young woman I'd
been married to for 2 years. People change when they get into
power situations. She began to say something when the phone rang.
She left me lying there and went for the phone next to the bed. I
could feel the cold moistness of the panties on my back. It sent a
shiver down my spine. I laid there getting colder by the minute
listening to Jen's conversation. The enthusiasm for life I had
minutes ago was draining.

"I can be ready in five minutes" I heard her say. "I don't
really need a shower. Bye." She hung up the phone and my heart
raced. Again I was about to look my fate for the evening eye to
eye. Jen walked over to the bed and removed the sweat pants she
had on since before dinner. She already wore a descent shirt. I
looked up at her face, but she did not look down. I lifted up my
head and looked straight ahead at her upper thighs and hairy
blonde bush. Then I saw her hands coming for the panties. It was
like she completely forgot where I was. Jen lowered her panties
to the floor and once again stepped into them.

I began to scream as she pulled up her panties until I
looked up and saw her vagina lips again. This time they were
directly above me and approaching fast. I was resigned to the
fact that Jen either lied to me or changed her mind. Whichever, It
was going to be another long night. As I got closer to Jen's
vagina, it seemed to open for me. The thought of Moses in "The
Ten Commandments" came into and left my mind. It was as long as I
was and it wanted me. It wanted to devour me whole. To absorb my
soul. I tensed my body and made contact. I felt warm moist lips
instantly envelope me and then close around me. They pulsed around
me from all sides, massaging my entire form, like it was alive.
That night Jen's vagina was a living entity feasting on my very
being. The velcro around my waist held me like a life line
temporarily saving me from my ultimate fate. I had a bad feeling
about what my ultimate fate would be.

Jen finished dressing and went outside to wait for her
friend. It didn't matter to me. I was inside Jen's vagina. Sealed
in by her pussy lips. I could breath. I moved when Jen moved or
when her vagina wanted me to move. I got used to the smell and
actually liked it. I was warm but wet. Not wet but slimy. I was
actually quite comfortable and content.

The ride in the car was euphoric. As Jen sat in the car
seat, my legs were forced deeper inside. There was a continuous
pull inward on my body. Her vagina wanted me badly, but the velcro
strap held me firm. I was lying on my back with my legs up. The
cars steady rumble was soothing. I was currently at peace and I
was taking any enjoyment I could get from this weekend.
This nice feeling lasted until we got back home. Having me
in her vagina was more than Jen could take. The second she got
home, she laid herself down and started rubbing her panties. She
must have walked out of her jeans on the way in the door. I could
feel the pressure of her fingers on my back pushing me and her
panties further inside. Finally, she put her hand inside the
panties and began fingering herself violently. In doing so she
tore open the velcro strap, and in I went. Jen's vagina sucked me
all the way inside while clamping its powerful muscles around me.
It had me for keeps. The inside walls contoured over my face. I
felt slimy flesh pushing in my mouth and eyes trying to get inside
me. I felt wave after wave of powerful pulses crunching me.
Pounding me with every shudder of Jen's massive body. Jen climaxed
for countless minutes. I followed her into orgasm. I had nothing
left to give, but her vagina took it from me anyway. It could take
whatever it wanted from me. I belonged to it. I shuddered
violently along with, and deep inside, my lovely wife. We made
love. Eventually Jen's spasms slowed and stopped. She laid
motionless for an eternity with my exhausted spent little body
still trapped inside her. As I slowly regained my senses, I
wondered if I would ever make love to Jen full size again. I
really had no idea what her intentions were with me. I was totally
and completely at her mercy. That feeling of deep despair returned
and I wallowed in it while I waited for my wife to rescue me.

Some time later Jen began to stir. I felt movement above
my head and soon felt her thumb and forefinger take hold of my
head. She tried to pull me out, but her finger hold slipped off.
Again she grabbed and pulled to no avail. As she pulled, I felt
like my head was the head of that eyedropper being squeezed; My
brains forced down my neck and out my asshole along with all my
other organs. Actually, it felt like she was going to pull my head
off. Her vagina had me and would not let go. It was not yet
finished with me. "Fine then" I heard her yell. "Have it your
way. Stay in there all night." And that's where I spent the entire
evening. Jen had many more orgasms with me as her unmovable dildo,
none quite as intense as the first. Her vagina allowed me to
breath through its own walls somehow, but would not release me.
Finally, hours later, after Jen dosed off, the muscles of
her vaginal walls relaxed enough that I was able move. I slowly
inched my way out. My exhausted little body made its way forward.
When I got to the opening, it was closed. Jen's pussy lips were
sealed. I had had enough and wanted to get out badly, so I kept
trying. It took forever, but I finally got my hands through. I
began to force my head through, when Jen woke up. Or maybe just
her vagina woke up. I was instantly squeezed and sucked back down
Jen's tunnel of love. There I sustained yet another of her
orgasms. I was beginning to think I really would be here all night
when the walls around me softened. I again tried to crawl out. It
took me longer this time, but I was finally able to poke my head
through. I would have been better off staying where I was.
My head was now in a jungle of crusty pubic hair. She
still had her awful smelling panties on compacting her bush into
a smelly tangle of dried love juices, that came into my nose and
mouth with each breath I took. And worse yet, Jen was lying on
her side with her legs together. I could go no further. The smell
out here was horrible, ten times worse than inside. I tried to
retreat backwards, but Jen's lips resealed themselves around my
neck like a living vise. Jen's slow deep breathing made her course
thick pubic hairs scratch against my face. It looked like this was
where I was spending the night. My only hope of getting my face
out of this predicament was if her vagina woke up and pulled me
back inside for a late night snack. Unfortunately, her vagina was
finished with me for the night. This is where I was to be until
morning. At my new size, Jen could torture me without even being
awake. All I could do now was to go to sleep and dream about
tomorrow.