Backstory cont.

The night I shrunk, I was sleeping next to my wife, news of the virus on the back of my mind thinking I was safe due to the virus mostly sticking to third world countries. The feeling of riding a wave jostled me away, heavy fabric surrounding me everywhere and something giving off warmth to my left. I do my best to push my way through the fabric till I slam into a wall of something silky smooth and warm to the touch, what feel like small soft hairs covering it all the way up and down. I toss a mental coin in my mind and head to my left, following the wall till I come ropes of hair sprawling everywhere. I curse myself, fighting myself not wanting to admit that I finally caught the stupid virus. I climb and crawl through the forest of ropes and come out from under the canopy of fabric, the dim light of the moon lighting up the room as it confirms my worst fears. I look over, eyeing the expanse of my bed, my wife curled up on her side. At that moment, she must of noticed the absence of my body and took advantage to stretch out, rolling over in place. I panic as her hair threatens to drag me along, till I'm somehow make it through the mess just to see the shadow of her body come over me. I look and just see two mountains of breast looming over me till they swing and come crashing down, flattening out as I'm caught up in her cleavage. Her heart beat is like the roar of a beast all around me as the what had always felt soft tissue of her breast threatening to crush my small body. Suddenly, I'm yanked out by a firm grasp and flung across the room, her dainty polished nailed fingers releasing me as I soar through the air. As a normal human being, I've never had much experience with physical **** know as "G ****" but I would assume I reached at least 3G's as I tossed across the room. The last thing I see before I black out is the room beneath me as I head towards the closet, silently praying I would hit and land on something soft. I awake to sunßlight hitting my face and an alarm going off in the distance, the booming grumbling of my wife as she rolls out of bed to turn it off. I look around, realizing I had landed in soft made of lace, the soft smell of lavender surrounding me. A shadow looms over me as I see a hand reach down, tossing what ever the pile I was on around as she looked for something. Suddenly, Im yanked once again, my foot caught in the lace I had landed in she stood back up. Looking down, I let out a groan as I see a pile of laundry and come to the realization that I had landed in the laundry pile that she always had on the floor. As blood started rushing to my head, I look where where going as I figure out what's going on. "Fuck, she must me getting ready for the day." Tossing her thong and me in the corner, I come to a stop with the fabric piled on top of me, barely able to see her plop down onto the toilet as the sound of her piss starts to hit the porcelain bowl fills my ears. I start to struggle to get out of my prison but the lace was vines that were alive, the more I struggled, the more tangled I got. Finished on the lie, she stepped in the shower and washed her body, small droplets slamming into the fabric and ground all around me. I close my eyes in misery, the sound of the water soon shutting off and her hand reaching out for her towel as I open my eyes. She quickly drys off and steps out on the towel, bending low to pick up her thong as she places her foot in one of the holes and then the other, barely looking down as she pulls up. My body slams into her ass, she pulling up and forcing me in-between her cheeks. I wonder in my mind, why hasn't she noticed me yet, is she this oblivious in the morning. I suddenly remember how she hates her contacts and does them last, hence why when wouldn't be able to see me. And she must think I'm just a thick part of her thong or something. I'm suddenly brought back to my senses as she begins to walks, her ass grinding me as the slabs of fat and muscle propel her around the room. She must kind of feel me as Im yank deep into between her cheeks, her anus a breath away from my face as she tries to adjust her thong. Everything becomes tighter and darker as she pulls on jeans, her warmth increasing now it has no where to go. Suddenly, what feels like tons of weight slams into me, she must be sitting down to put on her shoes, her weight shifting back and forth as she puts on each shoe, the whole while my face getting pushed into her anus. I feel her sit back and does the job that I hope would never come, forcing my head into her virgin anus with a pop as I hear her yelp. The weight gets lifted off me as she looks what she sat on, still feeling me inside her, the whole while her body threatening to rip my head off at the neck as she moved around. With a moan, she pulls down her jeans, her her anus ring flexing as she starts to enjoy the feeling. Seeing nothing in her jeans, she pulls down her thong, ripping the strand of lace wrapped around my foot due to her anus having a tight hold on my head. All during this time, I struggling to breathe, the little oxygen inside her mixed with methane making it hard to breath. Still seeing nothing, she walks over to full length mirror and bends over, looking between her legs and letting out a gasp I feel through my whole body. Giving me a slight tug, my head comes out with a pop, very much like the first ball on a set a anal beads. Bringing me to her face, she lets out another gasp as she realizes I'm one of the many shrunken men. Quickly and not nicely as I would like, she runs my face on the faucet and rubs the shit off it and brings me back to her face. "Hank, what the hell are you doing?" She exclaims, her hand wrapping around my body tightly. I tell her everything I knew, her eyes looking me over till I finish. Tossing me on the counter, she washes her hands and puts her contacts in real quick, staring down at me with her hands on the counter as she looks down at me. More to her self than me I think, she says "What am I gonna do with you now, I have to go to work..." With a smirk, drops a hand, rubbing her slit, slipping a finger into her vagina a look of dread covers my face. Her hand darts out, grabbing me and turning me over and placing my feet against her lips. "For once, your actually going to give me some enjoyment throughout the day." With that, not waiting for a response, she slowly slides me in till my feet hit her cervix, my head sticking barely from her lips. She lets out a shudder, as she walks back to her closet, pulling out a dress and slipping into it. "Now, feel free to move around as much as you want, just be aware of you slip out, I'm not going to look for you. I've been wanting a divorce for awhile now and this is a perfect way out. You'll spend the day inside me and then I'm dropping you off at that new dropoff tent down at the mall. You were worthless as a husband, let's see how you do as a sex toy. Just so you know, like it matters, if I like the outcome, I'm going to pick up one of shrunken bastards to be a living dildo. That's how pathetic you are, your not even worthy to be my sex toy. Hopefully some woman will use you as food or butt plug since it seems you like going head first in someone's ass." With that, she drops her dress, sealing in between her legs unbeknownst to the world. All I can see is her feet and thick thighs carrying her around, the walls of her vagina gripping me and grinding me all at once till she heads to her cars, sitting down hard and forcing her lips around my head as it slams into the seat, almost where I couldn't breath. "Owe, gonna have be more careful sitting down, for once your too big for my pussy." With that, I feel her legs shift back and forth working the gas and break peddles as she pulls out of the driveway, taking off down the street. It seems like she forgets all about me for most of the day till I feel her hand reach under her dress and pull on my head, pulling out my just enough to mash my face against he clit as she begins to masturbate. In no time, all around me is dripping with her fluids as she lets out a subtle moan, her walls crushing in on me as her body shudders with an orgasm. With her walls slowly relaxing, I'm able to breathe again as she go back to work, typing away on her computer above, shifting her hips a little by leaning forward and forcing my body back deep inside her. The rest of the day is uneventful, forgetting about me it seems as she plops back down into her car and bringing out another cry of pain as her body trust to break my neck. We drive for a bit till she puts the car in park, her hand on my head as she talks. "Welp, this is it. No longer my problem, even though I will be getting another one. Maybe not as long, just as fat though maybe fatter." With that, I hear her talking to someone and then blinding sunlight as her fingers pierce her lips, grabbing me by the torso and pulling me out with a slurp. The summer heat felt cool on my damp body for a moment till she quickly drys me off with the him of her dress before almost tossing me to the waiting agent. The next day was a blur as I was processed, cleaned, shipped, packaged and then shipped again, getting put on a shelf in a supermarket surprisingly quick. The tallies on my wall counted six but honestly, it's felt a lifetime. And hence, here we sit, among all of the other men awaiting to be sold.