THE SMALL MAN

Chapter 7

When I awakened, awareness returned slowly.  The light streaming through the doorway told me the night had passed, but I had no idea what time of day it might be.  My second impression was that I way lying on my stomach, on a warm, comfortable surface, with something equally soft, warm, and comforting in my mouth.  When the last of my sleepiness left me, I realized I was on Sharon's chest, with one of her nipples in my mouth.

My movements must have awakened her also, and as I looked up, her beautiful face was looking down at me.  She smiled, then said lovingly, "Good morning, my little man.  I'm glad to see you awake.  SeeSee said you'd sleep many hours after the final treatment, and it looks like she was right."

That kindled a flood of memories of the night before, but most of all I remembered the horrible, searing pain that had made me black out when SeeSee had touched me with the burning brand.  I realized that there was no pain at all in my crotch, and simply had to look at it, thinking maybe the whole thing had been a dream.

I turned to my side and looked down between my legs, and instantly knew that Sharon really had cut off my penis with her fingernail clippers.  There was nothing at all in my crotch except my tiny little balls, and where their lifelong companion used to stand I saw only a coating of what looked like brown plastic. 

Sharon chuckled, then said, "Yep.  It's really and truly gone, sweetie.  It'll be so much better for us this way.  Now you won't be poking me with that useless little thing when you're riding."  She paused for a second, then continued, "That stuff you see is some sort of tree sap they use to treat wounds, as well as some other things.  SeeSee told me it takes away even the greatest pain.  Not only that, but it makes wounds heal in just a few hours."

I could tell she was in a talkative mood, and just sat there listening to the rumbling of her voice as she said, "Apparently the stuff was developed for use in capturing males from other tribes.  You probably noticed that even the boys here have big cocks.  Well, that means they're not good candidates for husbands and riders, so they have to capture men from other tribes for that.  They dip their darts in the sap, and when a man is stuck with it, he falls asleep in just a few seconds.  Since the stuff makes him highly suggestible, it's pretty easy to make him walk back here to the village, where he's given the same treatments you had.  It's wonderful stuff.  I'm going to try to take a sample back with us and have it analyzed.  Might make me a rich woman someday." 

Her voice then became more husky, and she said, "Now, on to more important things."  I could feel her body moving below me, and when I looked that way, saw that she was spreading her legs.  She whispered, "I've been waiting for this for a long time now.  Ever since SeeSee first showed me how she used her husband, I've wanted it for us.  Now we don't have to wait any longer, do we."

She grasped my waist in one massive hand, then lifted me slightly and moved me down between her legs.  She said simply, "Get stiff, little man."  Almost before I had time to hold my body rigidly straight, with my arms by my side, she began to push my head into her treasure.  She stopped only to move her grip to my feet, then continued pushing me inside her.  As soon as she'd pushed me in as far as possible, her hand began to quickly retract my body until my head was almost all the way out.  Just at the last possible second, she reversed the stroke, driving me once again deep into her vagina.

Again and again I was pulled out, then pushed back in, each stroke slightly faster than the last.  My hunger had returned when I first tasted her juices, and I tried to lick and suck, but was moving much too rapidly to accomplish anything.  Finally I just concentrated on holding myself as stiff as possible, knowing that was what she wanted.

My efforts must have been successful in some small way, for I soon felt her vaginal walls begin to harden and tighten around me.  In the next instant, her first spasm came, and then I felt her place her fingers on the soles of my feet and push me into her vagina even farther than before.  My head struck an unyielding surface, and then I knew no more as her body did its best to crush my tiny frame.  The pressure was too much for me to bear, and as I had done the night before, I passed out.
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When I regained consciousness, I was again lying flat on her chest, instinctively suckling a nipple.  There was a semi-rational thought in my brain that she had given birth to me, and was now allowing me to take nourishment from her wonderful body.

That thought passed quickly, though, and in a flash I recalled what had transpired shortly before.  I knew that she had used me as her living dildo, and that it had given her great pleasure to do so.  My chest was tight with pride as I thought of how I'd been allowed to bring her the kind of satisfaction every husband should give his wife.  I knew then that everything that had been done to me during the treatments was worth the price, and if it ever had to be done over again, I'd enthusiastically beg for it.

When Sharon realized I was awake once more, she smiled down at me, then said, "Well, how did my little man like fucking Mommy's pussy?  Was it good for you?  You didn't cum inside me, did you, you naughty boy?  After all, I wouldn't want to have a baby with a wee-wee as small as yours, would I?"  She laughed so hard then that I was nearly thrown from my precarious perch atop her body.  We both knew that I'd never cum again, and even if I did, her birth-control pills would prevent a pregnancy.  Still, she seemed very pleased with her joke, and I'd have joined in if it were still possible for me to laugh.  Instead, I tried to smile broadly enough that she could see it.

She stretched languidly then, arching her magnificent breasts high above me, and making me ache with longing as I remembered being able to cup them in my hands, and draw them together so I could suckle both nipples at once.  Never again would I be able to do that, but there were compensations, of course.  Never before could I have been used as a living dildo, and experienced the joy of being pushed completely inside her, but now that ecstasy would be mine for the rest of our lives.  I was filled with a sense of wonder I'd never thought possible as I contemplated all the years ahead.

Sharon broke my reverie by saying, "Well, I need a bath, and you probably do too.  Would you like a ride to the river?"

I could tell by the tightness in her voice that her question was more than idle, and that my answer was important to her.  I knew without a doubt that I wanted to be with her all the time, and even more, to find out what it meant to be a rider.  My head nodded vigorously in reply, and she smiled even more broadly.

Her loincloth was beside the bed, and she picked it up.  Lifting her midsection slightly, she ran the end under herself, circled her waist, then tied it to itself.  The dangling end was moved around behind her, then brought up between her legs.  She held it away from her body, then whispered huskily, "Get in.  Stick you head in my cunt, then wrap your legs around my clit.  Hurry!  I've waited for this forever, and I can't stand to wait any longer."

I turned around, then crawled down her body.  I worked my way cautiously between her treasure and the cloth, being careful to not pull any of her pubic hair.  When my head reached her opening, I inserted it inside her, then closed my ankles around her already-hardening clitoris.  I could feel her draw the cloth tight against my back, and then was sure she tucked it in the part that she had tied around her waist.

She slowly got to her feet, taking obvious pains to not crush my little body.  At last she stood, then with a fond pat between her legs, and a muffled, "Bon appetit!," she began to walk from the hut, eager to show her friends that she was at last one of them, and had a rider of her own.
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We stayed in the village only two more nights after that, since we had an appointment to meet the two guides three days later.  Sharon took great pride in lowering her loincloth far enough that the other women could see me in my rightful place between her legs, and I felt a great deal of satisfaction in her pride.  She liked to take me out and have me stand on a table beside some of the other husbands, so all could see that I was the tallest and largest of all.  Of course, her body was larger than the village women, so it made sense that her dildo should be longer.  Still, she obviously enjoyed the looks of envy from her friends.

I stayed in her loincloth at all times, except when one of the men was pleasuring her.  It was very difficult for me to wait patiently then, and if I could have, would probably have yelled at them to hurry up and get it over with.  My hunger was always especially intense as I inhaled the scents they released as they coupled, and it was almost more than I could do to not try to climb inside her, alongside the massive penis.  I never did try that, though, since it would have disturbed the pleasure my wife was being given by a real man, and I would never stoop to doing something like that.

As soon as her lover had pulled his monster out of her treasure, she would look at me and crook one finger.  That was my signal to rush to get between her legs, then to lick and suck their juices as they leaked from her gaping opening.  When I had at last taken care of that part, I would begin to insert my head inside her, then lick and suck my way as deep as I could.  There were times during those early days when she would actually climax with the pleasure I was giving her, and I loved the feeling of accomplishment it gave me.

The last day of our stay in the village was a sad one, since we would be leaving at daybreak the next morning.  Ramon and Carlos were to guide us to the river, where we would meet the two men from downriver.  I knew by then that they were her favorites among all the breeding males in the village, and all I had to do was look at their huge cocks to understand why.  Although all the males had large penises, theirs were exceptional.  I suppose I should be grateful that Sharon chose Ramon as the size model for me, since that meant I would be almost 12" tall, rather than only the 10" I would have been otherwise.

As I licked deep inside Sharon that last night, she pulled on my feet, extracting me from her treasure.  The blinding flash of light told me she had turned on the flashlight, and I was so dazzled by the brightness that it took me awhile to realize she'd told me to stick out my tongue.  When I finally obeyed her, she said wonderingly, "It's working!  It's really working!  I thought SeeSee was just kidding me.  I had no idea she was telling the truth."

She must have seen the puzzled expression on my face, for she said, "Let me show you, honey."  As I waited on the pallet for her return, she rummaged once more in her pack, finally coming back to the bed carrying a small hand mirror.

She held the flashlight on my face, then told me to stick my tongue out again.  When I did, the shock I felt made my knees weak.

What I saw was more than amazing to me; it was simply dumfounding.  You see, instead of my normal-looking tongue moving straight out, what I saw was a large pink thing that seemed to unroll, then protrude from my mouth several times farther than my tongue ever had.  There was no way I could believe my eyes, and Sharon could obviously see the dazed expression on my face.

She began, "After you passed out at the final ceremony, we poured one last treatment down your throat.  SeeSee said that it would halt the shrinking process, but that there would also be a side effect that the women had always found nice.  When she told me that your tongue would grow to be almost as long as your body, I was sure she was just having fun with me.  Looks like she really meant it, doesn't it?  God, just think what men back home would give to have a tongue 12" long.  They'd have to fight off the women with a baseball bat, wouldn't they?  Now I have a man like that, and he's all mine."

Again an overwhelming feeling of pride burst in my chest.  I stuck out my tongue several more times, each time fascinated anew by what I saw in the mirror.  Although the length of the thing was less than one-fourth my height right then, I knew that it would soon grow to be all of a foot long.  Just thinking of the pleasure I could give her with such a thing would have taken my breath away if I still had any.  Given the time I spent deep inside Sharon's pussy, though, I guess not needing to breathe was a really good thing.  I loved my new life then, and I love it even more now.
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The return trip to the river was uneventful.  Ramon and Carlos led us down the faint trail, stopping occasionally when Sharon felt the need to, as she put it, "feed my little man."  One of the men would then mount her from behind, while the other kept watch for enemies from neighboring tribes.  As soon as her lover had finished filling her, I would resume my place in her loincloth and proceed to use my ever-growing tongue to lick her clean.  That happened four times during our walk back to the river, and by the time we reached it, my appetite was but a faint shadow of its former self.

We had been sitting beside the river less than an hour when a shout came from the canoe being paddled vigorously around a downstream bend.  I heard Ramon and Carlos hurriedly saying their farewells, and then all was quiet, except for Sharon's quiet sobs of despair at her lovers' departure.  I lay as quietly as possible, hidden deep within the "normal" clothes she had donned minutes before.  The jeans she wore had an oversize crotch, and I realized, but did not care, that she had planned far enough in advance to know she'd need such a garment for our return home.  That she had known that long ago what was to happen to me didn't disturb me in the least; rather it just made me feel even more secure in the love and trust she had in me.

The two men were curious about my absence, of course, and I could hear then questioning Sharon.  She had told me that her story would be that a neighboring tribe of head shrinkers had raided the village, and I had been missing after the battle.  She said there was very little chance the authorities would try to mount a search, since the deep jungle in the area would destroy all chances of them ever finding a trace of my body.

I had become adept at understanding what she said, although the voices of others were very indistinct when my head was in its rightful place inside her treasure.  I had thought more than once that my situation was very similar to a baby in the womb, and that all those mothers who talked to the child were right in thinking it could hear them.  It was a very comforting thing to me, and I'm sure the babies felt the same.

The journey back to the village where we had met the two men was uneventful.  I lay quietly in my safe and secure hammock between Sharon's legs, eating the wonderful juices she made for me, and smelling the delicious scent of her treasure.  The motion of the boat must have rocked me to sleep at some point, for it was a shock to me when I felt her walking across the dock and talking to other people.  I could tell that she was again explaining my absence, and her tearful story sounded genuine to me, as it must have to the others.

That pretty much describes our return to the States, and to our home.  I was Sharon's rider all the way, loving every minute of it.  In turn, I tried to give her as much pleasure as possible, and when my tongue at last grew to its final size, that became even easier.  She loved to hold my head right at the entrance to her vagina, then feel my tongue climbing ever deeper inside her.  I loved it also, and still do.  I guess I've found my true role in life.
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Sharon resumed her normal life at the University upon our return.  She became quite adept at turning on her tears of sadness whenever someone would ask about me, and as I lay there in my secret place, under her dress, it was all I could do to not shake with laughter.  Of course, no one would have heard me, but it would have bothered Sharon to feel me doing that.

The day after we returned, Sharon told me that she had stopped taking the birth control pills, as she always did during the last five days of each month.  I knew what that implied.  The tightness I felt in my chest and throat as I thought of serving as her rider over the next few days would have made me pass out from lack of air if I had been still capable of breathing.

That night, as she drove me in and out to give herself the pleasure she had earned, I was sure I could taste something different, yet at the same time quite familiar.  During her climax, when her vaginal walls contracted tightly around my tiny body, I was convinced the remembered taste surrounded me, and it was all I could do to keep from clinging to her when she at last pulled me out.

It had become her practice to drop me into a large glass jar on the nightstand when she had finished using me for her pleasure, and I was anticipating that's what she would do then.  Instead, she stared down at me for several seconds, then said softly, "Honey, would you mind riding all night?  I think I'll be needing your services tonight.  Okay, sweetie?"  I nodded my little head so vigorously that I was afraid my neck would snap, and my enthusiasm must have been humorous to her.  She laughed long and hard, then became serious as she said, "God, we're well matched.  I didn't know it was possible to love someone as much as I love you.  I hope you feel the same way."

My head was still nodding in answer when it was once again forced inside her treasure.  That night was very, very special to me, and I'll remember it always.  My excitement and anticipation was so great that I didn't sleep a wink, and when, after several hours, my questing tongue detected the wonderful, overpowering taste of her essence of womanhood, I literally went out of my mind with joy.  When she pulled me out in the morning, so I could have my morning drink from the bowl she used to capture it, I had to tell myself over and over to not resist her.  Not that I could have done anything, anyway, but I dearly wanted to stay in her and never again come out.

She must have felt at least partly the same way, for as soon as I'd emptied the bowl of its hot, burning golden nectar, she quickly pushed me back in my rightful place.  That's where I spent the next five days, with regular breaks when it was time for a drink.  It was wonderful.
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Sharon took a lover about two months after we returned, saying that she had "grieved long enough."  That gave us both a laugh, but of course hers was the only one that could be heard.  The man was several years younger than her age of 36, and I was glad she had chosen a vigorous man to properly pleasure her.  Indeed, from what I heard of their activities on the bed above me, he must have been quite vigorous.  For my part, I can only say that his cum tasted just as delicious as any of the villagers' had, although the quantity of it was certainly less.

What's that?  Oh, you want to know what I meant about "the bed above me."  Well, you see, when Sharon was away from the house, unaccompanied by me, she kept me in a hamster cage under the bed.  She said it was to keep me safe from her cat, but I think it thrilled her just as much as me to know that I was locked away like any other pet.  As I ran for endless hours inside the exercise wheel, I listened for the sound of her return, hoping against hope that she'd be bringing a snack for me.  Exercise always did make me hungry.
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There is one other thing that I want to add to this story.  I happened during one of those nights when she and her lover were in bed above me, and they were talking languidly after having sex.  At one point, he said, "You know, it's hard for me to feel sorry about what happened to your husband, but I suppose I should be.  It must have been awful for him to be taken by the head shrinkers."

She replied sleepily, "Don't worry about it, lover.  He always was a small man."

The End