So, one night over a year ago, I was a little drunk and dazzled by everything I was learning about how to transform my unruly, wavy hair into gorgeous curls. It was a revelation, and my femme side felt big and shiny, like a toy that wanted to be shown off, like something that needed to explode in a kinky sapphic celebration: a sparkly femme size orgy. So I wrote one.

Been watching makeup & curly girl hair videos & now I really want to have a FEMME SIZE ORGY where smols do eye makeup & nails for bigs who do scalp massages & hair styling for smols & there would be LOTS of making out & oral sex & shimmery, bouncy gorgeousness. 🥺💖💕 pic.twitter.com/WAOxYjwEPm

— Elle Largesse (@mightytinygiant) April 29, 2022

It began as a kinky scribble but loved it so much I kept returning to it, adding here, growing it there. Shrinking some parts a little, as a treat.

I held off on publishing it because I wasn’t quite satisfied with it. And because I had a strong vision of making line art based on one of my favorite queer memes, which is featured in the story. I was determined to achieve my vision using my rusty Adobe Illustrator skills. I got pretty far with it but again, wasn’t satisfied, to the point where I don’t think I’ll share it here. I told myself I would just wait for an artist with a complimentary style to be available for commissions, hopefully while I have money to buy some art. (The stars still haven’t aligned on that, which is why I’m using the meme as a header.)

Recently, my wonderful partner in the kink community, pseudo_size (she/they/he) challenged me to stop overthinking things and just release one of the many stories collecting dust in my Google Drive. She did this with love and with patience, I might add, but also added a key ingredient: a deadline.

I have of course blown past this deadline by nearly two hours, but that’s okay. I have sexy-wrestled this piece into a place I think is very satisfying. She’ll understand if I’m a bit late, and I think She’ll still be proud of me for making this happen today. I’m so grateful for her support!

Anyway, please enjoy this cutesy, kinky, sparkly femme size orgy! Its resemblance to any recent highly pink media in theaters right now is entirely coincidence.

If any of the other spectacular gals and femme pals in the Size Kink community know how to manifest an evening like this, CALL ME.

 

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Story synopsis

Four women with size shifting abilities share a bottle of wine and some hair and makeup tips, then get so turned on by their own gorgeousness that they have an orgy to revel in their own sexuality, size, and power.

 

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Content tags: F/F/f/f, CF/tf – shrinking, growth, sizes ranging from a mini giantess to 3 ft to 3 in, cleavage riding, kissing, cunnilingus, full-body licks, breast play, ear play, shyness, private exhibitionism, gentle spanking, gentle restraint, praise kink, sizey high fives, hair and makeup tips, the gayest of manicures, alcohol, swimming in sparkling wine, puns, the cliché that French sounds sexy (because it is, dammit), queer women with different kinds of genitalia celebrating each other, and just generally getting off to looking and feeling pretty

 

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Sparkly Size Femme Orgy

5065 words

By Elle Largesse

Copyright 2023, all rights reserved.

 

 

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Reina lay back on the couch and decided that helping Kate discover her curls—and her confidence—was one of the best decisions she’d ever made. In fact, she looked about 200% more confident than Reina herself now felt. She froze in place, heart fluttering as Kate leaned over her to apply a moisturizer to her face. The touch of her fingers left little circles of heat across her cheeks.

Reina considered herself a very giving person, but was unclear on this whole “receiving” thing. She was pretty sure she’d meant to share the gospel of the curly method and then spend the rest of this “sizeshifter slumber party” popping popcorn and watching from the wings.

“I may not know jack about hair but I can give you the makeup of a goddess,” Kate promised. She had borrowed a red velvet dress to take selfies of her new look, but was already shrinking out of it. Reina gave the smallest whimper as a four-foot-tall Kate settled herself at her new smaller size, one knee on either side of Reina’s breasts.

She watched with some pride as the shrinking makeup expert tossed her new curly hair over her shoulder. Kate tucked several springy locks behind her ear only for it to fall forward again into her bright blue eyes. “You look so beautiful,” Reina said. Glamorous, she thought. Too cool to want to spend time with someone like me…

Kate smiled and put a fingertip over her lips. “No talking. I’m going to do your contours.”

Kate kept shifting smaller and closer, smaller and closer, demanding that Reina hand her different brushes and hold up various powders and eyeshadow palettes where she could reach them easily.

Their sleepover had devolved into the best kind of tipsy, glittery, femme-tastic chaos. Exactly the kind of thing Reina loved—as long as she was observing from a safe distance. Like on the other side of a screen, picking up tips from catty influencers after growing up with zero femme influences in her life. Her “fake it till you make it” motto hadn’t offered any tips on making sure nobody ever found out how much she’d been faking it. Her confidence. Her style. Her secret lifelong wish to have a closet full of pink sparkly dresses perfectly suited to her body.

Nearby, their artist friend Sunny floated at four inches tall in fizzy rosé wine. She draped her arms over the edge of the champagne flute while Marielle massaged her scalp with newly painted nails. They were covered in Sunny’s little impressionist paintings in shimmery blues, purples, and pinks. “Make it Monet, but bi,” Marielle had requested. Sunny had obliged, then gone over-the-top by painting a tiny rainbow streaking across the ring and middle finger, which she’d filed short on principle. Beside the longer oval nails, the effect of two shorter nails on those specific fingers sent a clear message for those in the know. “I give you, the gayest of manicures!”

Now Sunny moaned, nuzzling one of Marielle’s knuckles as the big, powerful fingers massaged her head, neck, and shoulders. The tiny artist writhed in the wine, little bubbles clinging to her thighs, penis, and soft breasts. Marielle leaned down to whisper something in French in Sunny’s ear, grinning wickedly as the tiny woman giggled and blushed. She hid her face below the level of the wine glass for a moment. Then shyly, she lifted herself up on the rim of the glass like a mermaid pushing herself out of a tide pool. Marielle leaned down to lick and suck the wine off her breasts.

Meanwhile, Reina shuddered with the effort to keep still under her shrinking makeup artist.

At barely three feet tall, Kate applied more powder onto the corner of her eye with a brush tipped in golden iridescence. “Like a fucking sun goddess,” she declared. Reina hummed her gratitude, though she felt less like a deity and more like the supplicant here. Kate had the power right now. How could she keep her mouth closed and her tongue firmly behind her lips, when Kate leaned over her face like this? The double curve of her soft breasts caressed her bottom lip and… maybe just a taste…

Kate smirked down at her. Feeling the tremor of temptation.

She lifted up and climbed up the pillows until she had one foot planted on either side of Reina’s head. It should have looked silly. It looked sexy as fuck.

Especially when she sank to her knees and began to shrink. Her thighs slid down Reina’s cheeks.

“Don’t. Move.” She said with dark pleasure. Barely the length of Reina’s forearm now, she wielded her makeup brush like a small nude witch holding a broom. She settled her hips, sinking slowly down onto Reina’s trembling lips. Then she leaned forward again and began to brush in circles on Reina’s eyes.

“The trick is in the blending,” she murmured. “People forget it’s a brush, not a marker. Press the powder in, then brush to blend it.” The soft, repetitive sensations felt sweetly hypnotic.

Reina forced herself to remember how Kate had looked so vulnerable earlier that night, just five inches tall and scrunching her wavy wet hair with the edge of a giant t-shirt. She’d been dubious at first, as Reina helped her learn the technique.

Reina hoped she’d never forget the look on Kate’s face when she had braced against Reina’s bra, facing down her hair dryer, which had been set to diffuse the gentlest heat and airflow possible. Like a goddamned tiny rockstar.

Her diffuser wasn’t designed to work on someone of her size, but somehow it did. Kate had found herself capable of curls for days. Bouncy, gorgeous curls. She had strutted before the small hand mirror, and Reina had been simultaneously charmed and intimidated. Kate felt so good she grew to six feet tall so she could open a bottle of wine and toast to Reina’s skills. “To the Curly Girl Method, and this fucking Curly Girl Genius!” Reina had blushed happily into her own glass, muttering something about “unnecessarily gendered internet stuff,” and had been pretty sure that was going to be the highlight of the night for her.

But then Kate offered to return the favor with a “makeup makeover.” Reina couldn’t refuse even if she had wanted to.

And now, here she was, too intimidated to move under Kate’s softly swaying hips. She was diminutive, but still undeniable.

Light, begging whimpers escaped from Reina’s throat. The little woman’s soft triangle of hair was so close to her nose that with each inhale, the scent of her became more and more tempting. And for her vulva to be pressing down like that against her lips? God… Just a taste, just the smallest taste…

She waited until Kate reached for more powder, then pulled the palette away and set it on the floor by the couch.

“Hey!” Kate protested, “I told you not to…” Reina parted her lips and used her tongue to slowly, slowly part Kate’s folds. “Not to move…”

Tangy, salty flavors rewarded Reina’s tongue as she explored the small vulva. Kate closed her eyes and moaned, holding the makeup brush close to her chest as if needing something to cling to.

“Good thing you didn’t do her lipstick yet,” Marielle commented from across the room. Sunny giggled and splashed some wine at her. Marielle responded by lifting the entire glass and kissing her.

“Hey now,” Kate said, a little breathless. She shot a warning glance over her shoulder at the other women, tossing her curls in an alluring way.

Reina moved the tip of her tongue lightly to Kate’s tiny clit, smiling to herself as this gorgeous little woman rode her mouth like a total natural. Kate shuddered, looking down at Reina with eyes wide. Her mouth made a little “oh” as she bucked against her.

“What, you would prefer to use lip gloss like lube?” Marielle teased. “That can be arranged.” She set down Sunny’s wineglass and began rummaging through a nearby purse. “Sunny, I’m stealing your lip balm.” She pulled out the little sphere of balm and let out a huff of laughter as she read the label. “‘Watermelon Wonderland’? That’s appropriate. Hey, Alice, I’ve got your lube.”

Kate rocked her hips, letting out a little moan. Then she looked over her shoulder at Marielle. “You want to complete this masterpiece with just lip balm? Where’s the fun in that?” She groaned, dipping her head in a moment of distraction as Reina gave a slow, teasing suck. “God damn, woman,” she said when Reina released her and went back to circling her vulva with long, slow licks.

Kate sat up straight again and held her makeup brush out to the side as if it were a sword or a magic staff. “Besides. If I put lipstick on this goddess, it wouldn’t dare smudge.” She jutted her chin at her own large leather purse nearby. “Inside pocket. The purple.”

“Nuh-uh, I’m not going near that,” Marielle said. “I’ve seen you carry some real kinky shit in there.” She shared a look with Sunny, who shrugged and nodded. She lifted the little woman from the glass, licked her from head to toe until she was shivering, then held her briefly against the soft cotton of her tank top. “Deep breath,” she warned, then used her elbows to push her breasts together, bringing the fabric and warm flesh to press in around Sunny’s small body. Her ecstatic, overdramatic moan was only a little muffled. Then Marielle lifted the now-dry tiny woman to Kate’s purse.

“You are so brave, mon petit,” Marielle said, then lowered her into the confines of the purse. Sunny saluted, then disappeared. The bag made several unnecessary rustling sounds, to the point where Reina was pretty sure she was just shaking the walls for effect. She laughed a little, but kept licking. Kate put her face in her hand, but was apparently not so embarrassed she stopped rocking her hips.

Sunny appeared at the edge minutes later, a three-inch-tall woman bearing a thick implement the size of a magic marker, which proved to be a lip stain in a deep purple pigment. “Ta-da! Help a gal out, would ya?” she panted. “I got tangled in the eight-foot leather whip.” Marielle snorted, then picked her up gently with her whole hand, turning so she knelt on her palm. Then she conveyed Sunny over to Kate where she straddled Reina’s mouth.

“Oh my God,” Sunny said, bursting out laughing. She was examining her treasure. “Did you really just make me fetch lipstick called ‘Extreme Aubergine’?” Marielle joined in the laugh, but Reina was too focused on her goal.

Reina began sucking again before Kate could reach out for the lip stain. To her satisfaction, Kate bent forward, moaning, until her forehead rested on Reina’s cheek. She lifted her hand to steady her, but it became a caress.

Kate groaned and lifted up, trying to pull away from Reina’s mouth. She let her, of course. One hand there for her to lean against, which she took advantage of the way a drunk might lean against a wall. Not that any of them were particularly sober, Reina thought. Sunny was still laughing hard over holding a giant tube of lip color named “‘Extreme Aubergine.” Marielle used her other hand to toss back the glass of rosé.

Reina licked her lips, then locked eyes with Kate. “You can’t put lipstick on me. I haven’t gotten you off, yet.” She was amazed at the timbre of her own voice, which had dropped into a lower register. Kate seemed just as affected by it, and looked at her dazedly for a moment.

“I’m going to paint this on you—and let it dry for three actual minutes—and you can lick me to oblivion and back.” Kate reached out, gesturing a command to Marielle and Sunny to bring the lip stain closer. “Deal?”

Reina smirked at her. “Do it.”

“Ladies, I need something to rub on her lips,” Kate said.

“Other than your pussy?” Marielle laughed. Sunny made a high five with Marielle’s thumb and they grinned adorably at each other. Then she pointed to her manicure supplies, where Marielle carried her to retrieve a clean cotton round.

Reina smiled as Kate knelt before her face, patting the white cotton over her lips as her breasts touched her chin very lightly. Marielle and Sunny reclined nearby to watch.

Reina unscrewed the wand from the pigment, passing it carefully over to Kate’s outstretched arms. It was even bulkier than the makeup brush had been, requiring both Kate’s hands, but she looked more determined than ever. Reina closed her eyes and held still, genuinely still, and enjoyed the sensation of the little applicator pressing down, sliding up and around her lower lip.

“Press your lips together,” she said. Reina obeyed, having to force herself to avoid licking her lips in nervousness.

Kate’s brushstrokes on her upper lip seemed more precise.

“Missed a spot by the cupid’s bow,” Sunny said helpfully. Kate asked for more pigment, and Reina opened her eyes to offer the bottle of color for her to dip her wand again. She watched the beautiful little rockstar with the big curls and the gentle touch, and she felt charmed and intimidated all over again.

One more slow, sensual brush. “There,” Kate said with more than a little triumph. “We could blot it, but doing makeup at this size, I think I really got the perfect amount right where it belongs.”

Reina opened her mouth to thank her, but was forestalled by Kate holding up her hand. “No! Don’t you dare. Three. Minutes.” She looked over at their audience. “Ladies, do you think you could help me keep Reina occupied while that dries?”

Reina whimpered as Marielle and Sunny eagerly leaned in. Kate grinned at her and found her way to Reina’s ear. “Hold still,” she said softly, then began kissing and nibbling on Reina’s earlobe.

Marielle was already burying her face in Reina’s cleavage, pushing her hands around underneath her to unclasp her bra. Sunny had made her way to Reina’s sternum and though she was the smallest in the room, she took the bra in her hands and heaved it up over her head in a victory stance. Reina was already moaning—lips still obediently closed—from Kate’s tongue on her ear, but in moments two more mouths descended onto her body. Sunny on her right nipple, her mouth small but enthusiastic. And Marielle on her left nipple, large and delicate.

It took everything in Reina’s power not to open her mouth and begin begging. Her moans took on a higher pitch, a frenzy of “please” made into pure sound.

“Such a good, good girl,” Kate said into her ear. Those two words melted her more completely than anything else had that night. Little kisses trailed along Reina’s jawline, and her eyes fluttered open to see Kate wielding the other end of the lip stain applicator, which had cleverly hidden a clear lip balm. She used one hand to take a little palm full, then clicked the cap closed with one strong arm, bicep flexing. She moved down the pillow and knelt before Reina’s lips again, then put her palms together as if melting coconut oil with her body heat. Reina shuddered as Kate caressed her mouth, coating the matte lip stain with the moisturizing balm. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Reina?” she asked.

“Oh yes, yes, yes!” Sunny called from Reina’s right breast. She straddled one hard nipple and pointed up at Reina’s mouth. “That eggplant color is perfection. Especially with all those gold tones. Color me impressed!” Marielle snorted at the pun, and didn’t pause in her sucking of Reina’s right nipple to reach out with a fingertip to high-five Sunny.

Kate’s unusual lip massage came to an end. Reina lifted her thumb and forefinger to the small woman’s hand, feeling the soft balm like a kind of lotion moving between their skin. None of the color had come off at all.

“Let me lick you,” she said, her voice husky with some feeling she couldn’t pin down. Lust. It was probably lust.

Kate raised an eyebrow at her, her hand still between Reina’s thumb and forefinger as if holding hands. She gave a strange approximation of a squeeze, then came to her feet on the pillow beneath Reina’s head. Hands on her hips, she looked down to their friends doing their best with Reina’s now overstimulated breasts.

“Ladies, time for a picture!” she called down to them, gesturing for them to come closer. “And.. well. I have one more suggestion.”

As the designated “human” for the night, Marielle held the phone for the photographic evidence of Kate’s masterpiece. Kate hid off to the side of the pillow, out of the frame, but consumed all Reina’s attention. She didn’t even look at the camera. Not once.

“Oh, yes,” Marielle murmured, changing the angle slightly. “This is a very good expression. Though It’s the tragedy of the evening that I couldn’t photograph you mounting her. Now that was art.”

Photo complete, Sunny hitched a ride on Marielle’s hand and they both leaned in so Kate could whisper in their ears. Sunny’s eyes went wider and wider with each word, until she was practically jumping up and down on Marielle’s palm. The larger woman looked amused and more than a little eager.

Kate turned back to Reina. “You up for a sexual surprise, sun goddess?”

Reina took a deep breath, braced herself, then blew her a kiss. “Fuck yes. Are you up for multiple orgasms, little rockstar?”

“Ooh, I like that.” Kate tossed her curls back and winked at her, though the effect was less like a rockstar and more like a tiny Maryln Monroe. “You’re on.”

As it turned out, Kate had more than one surprise in store for Reina.

The first—and second—came when she felt Sunny’s tiny body slide down her thigh, and her eager mouth head straight for her clit. Though there was nothing “straight” about the way Sunny’s small mouth pulled Reina’s clitoris inside, while her hands and body braced against her vulva. This sensation was followed by the warm presence of Marielle’s breath and skin brushing along her thighs, and then her tongue. Sunny practically vibrated with excitement between Reina and Marielle. It was as if her enthusiasm was a new kind of sex toy eager to please and be pleased.

Reina gasped at their touch, shivering and laughing a little. But even as good as these attentions felt, she only had eyes for Kate.

Kate, who smiled so seductively. Who leaned a hand against Reina’s fingertip for balance as she climbed onto Reina’s mouth. Who felt almost weightless as she sank into place. “I wish you could see yourself,” Kate said. “I can’t take my eyes off you.”

Reina smiled tenderly at her and ran her fingertips up and down Kate’s back and hips and buttocks. Then she opened the lips that Kate had painted and moisturized with her own two hands. Her mouth met the wet glory of Kate’s vulva and thighs. And she began to suck and lick.

The third and final surprise of the evening came when Kate decided she no longer felt tiny, anymore.

Reina’s eyes caught the first sizeshift before her lips registered the change. Kate threw her head back in a riot of shiny curls and seemed to groan herself larger. “Don’t stop,” she begged in a voice ragged with arousal. “Oh, God, Reina, please—”

Reina sucked and worked her lips against her thighs as she flicked her tongue at the tiny clit. It swelled in her mouth in a burst of size. “Oh FUCK!” Kate called out, shuddering as she came. The orgasm pushed her larger, until she was suddenly big enough to have one knee on either side of Reina’s face. Reina moaned against her, nodding, nuzzling, sucking. And Kate’s moans rose again, lighter, almost laughing, as another burst exploded her size. “FUCK—” she cried out again, falling forward in what seemed to be another orgasm. Reina couldn’t tell anymore, couldn’t see her face as Kate’s body swelled to her normal height, and then surpassed it.

The weight of her pressed her into the pillows but it felt so unbelievably good to be trapped between Kate’s thighs and Sunny and Marielle’s mouths. Reina writhed in pleasure, inexplicably excited to have so little space to move, excited to think that she had pushed Kate bigger with just the power of her tongue.

“Don’t stop,” Kate said. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Such a change from earlier that night, her command to “hold still,” now transformed into a desperate order for her to give and give and give and Reina couldn’t care less how tired her tongue was, she wanted to give this incredible woman everything she had. She worked her hands up and down Kate’s heaving, growing body. Big thick thighs, muscular back, firm ass. Massaging, gripping. The scent of her tangy, salty arousal absolutely coating Reina’s face, probably obliterating her makeup. Fuck it, that’s what photos are for, she thought.

Reina smiled with triumph, drenched in Kate’s pleasure as the giantess cried out in a crescendo of ecstasy.

Reina’s eyes were closed, as the enormous, lusciously wet vulva had swelled again and again over her face. Now she felt Kate lift up and had a sense of her presence as absolutely huge. Reina lay panting in the open air, her thighs and the muscles of her vagina twitching with unspent arousal as Marielle and Sunny worked on her. She heard murmurs of voices and smiled to herself.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” Kate’s voice filled her ear again, only this time with the resonance of someone whose body stretched to nearly ten feet tall. Reina’s eyes snapped open. Kate loomed over her, all big soft curls and breasts taking up much of her view.

“Y-yes…” she stammered, not sure what Kate meant.

“I don’t think you’ve come yet tonight, have you?”

Reina blushed. She knew it was ridiculous to be embarrassed when this woman had just straddled her face with her vulva, but Reina was no stranger to a little ridiculousness. Or embarrassment.

“God damn it,” came a tiny voice down between her thighs. “Not one orgasm? I gave you all my best oral sex tricks!” Reina’s blush deepened as Sunny lightly smacked her thigh and gave an exhausted, slightly dramatic groan.

“I—thank you for trying,” Reina began.

Still out of sight, Sunny laughed and patted her thigh. “Nothing to worry about, you sweet little thing. I’m just teasing you. Marielle, darling? Give a gal a lift?”

Marielle obliged, reaching between Reina’s legs to scoop Sunny up in one hand. The tiny woman looked a little worse for wear, but when Reina saw she was using the hand-scrunching method on her wet hair, she had to laugh.

“Orgasms are like glitter,” Sunny said. “They’re gorgeously fun, but they steal the show and get all over everything.” She ran her hands down her still-glistening arms, massaging the evidence of Reina’s arousal like lotion. “I’m a little miffed that my best muff-eating, clit-sucking techniques didn’t do the trick, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself. And honestly, dirty, kinky pleasure is where it’s at, in my opinion.”

Reina stared at this tiny tour-de-force, feeling a little awed. “I’m sorry—”

Kate made an admonishing sound and put a fingertip over her lips. “Hey. As Sunny said, no apologies needed. I have a theory, and I want you to help me test it.”

She looked to Marielle, who carried Sunny back to her wine glass, where she poured more rosé over her tiny body. They settled back together, Sunny draping her arms over the edge again, and Marielle looking smug as she cuddled the wine glass close against her cleavage. They looked as if they were ready to enjoy a round of exhibitionism.

The thought of being on display for them was an unexpected turn-on, considering how many times she’d carefully kept herself to the margins of all their gatherings. That’s new. Though what part of this isn’t new? Maybe new can be… good?

Kate leaned down close to Reina’s ear again, breath hot and close and warm. Her mouth was now so large she was capable of kissing Reina’s whole face, and when she kissed her ear, sneaking her tongue into the hollow, Reina melted into the heat and sensation, moaning.

When the deluge of sensation ebbed away, Kate’s voice filled her ear once more. “See, I think you get off on shrinking the way I get off on growing.” Reina shivered, her eyes wide. “You’re going to shrink for me, sun goddess.”

The giantess lay her hands gently on her shoulders, caressing down her arms, down her stomach, down to settle against her hips. She lifted Reina as easily as if she were a cat. Lifted her, turned her. Settled one leg over each of her shoulders. And smirked down at the view this afforded her of Reina’s pussy.

“You’re going to shrink for me and I’m not going to stop until you come.”

Reina gasped, her whole body lighting up. She writhed, instantly aware of the power in Kate’s hands as she guided her body up to her big, soft mouth. Kissably close, but just out of reach of Reina’s rocking hips.

Kate held her in place. Nearby, Sunny and Marielle were all but eating popcorn in anticipation. The sensation of being trapped and on display filled all her senses like an aphrodisiac. Her arousal didn’t even waver as Sunny shouted playfully, “Can’t stop, won’t stop! But also, like, remember, the safeword is Barbie!”

Reina nodded in a daze of lust, but then Kate’s lips parted. Her mouth descended on Reina’s pussy, her lips closing messily over her inner thighs as her enormous tongue slipped forward, up, circling her overstimulated clit, and then down, and then inside.

Reina’s body gave up her size instantly. Easily. She lost inches all at once, then a whole foot, then three feet. She whimpered, completely at the mercy of Kate’s mouth sucking against her, working her lips and tongue over, in, and against her.

She bucked against the strength of the giantess, giving up her size, her power, in a way no sun goddess ever would. But she wasn’t a sun goddess. She was Reina. An awkward, wallflower, sizeshifter and curly hair expert, someone who wanted to belong here, who wanted to know how to be pretty and how to get off, and… here she was. Somehow brave enough to be flirting! And fucking! While these super hot people watched her! Her head spun with all the contradictions, but mostly with sensations.

Letting herself be seen as she did what she really wanted to do: shrink. Smaller. Smaller.

And she was so fucking turned on and hot for this big gorgeous woman holding her down—those hands—and fucking her with her goddamned incredible mouth which only felt bigger as she shrank, and her tongue only getting thicker as it thrust inside her, oh my fucking holy hell—

Reina trembled. She rocked her hips and strained against Kate’s ever more powerful fingers. She couldn’t move, she could only shrink. Unless she came. That would be the only way out.

Smaller—

The orgasm sparkled through her like fizzy wine, if the wine were pure light. If it were the kind of sunlight that poured through clouds as they parted in the sky to reveal stars shining in the deep blue beyond. Reina felt tears pouring down her cheeks, and found herself gasping and laughing to the sound of Sunny and Marielle applauding. And Kate chuckling, humming pleased approval into a kiss on the inside of her thigh.

Somehow Sunny appeared between her breasts, still smaller than her but large enough to be hugged like the kinkiest teddy bear. She was wet and smelled like wine, and Reina didn’t mind in the least. Marielle leaned down to kiss Sunny and Reina both on the tops of their heads, and grinned up at Kate.

Kate, whose hair looked gorgeous, whose arms were strong and warm as she pulled them all into a hug. The movement knocked over the last of the rosé with a clatter, and none of them cared.

“I’ve never had a makeover before,” Reina said with a tired half-laugh, half-sigh. “I never even got to see it.” She wiped an orgasmic tear from the corner of her eye, laughing a little harder as her finger came away with a shimmer of gold and a slightly sticky feeling.

Kate reached a long finger down and lifted her chin. Reina shivered and couldn’t stop herself from giggling under her immense scrutiny. “Well, the eyeshadow is pretty well fucked—”

“By you—” Marielle said.

“But the waterproof mascara didn’t run one little bit, and! What did I tell you? That lip stain didn’t dare smudge.”

“Not when you’re the one commanding it to stay in place,” Reina said with a shy smile.

“Gotta get me some of that kinky eggplant lipstick,” Sunny muttered, wiggling her way further into Reina’s cleavage. Soon all that was visible was the top of her head and one of her tiny ass-cheeks.

“Aubergine,” Marielle corrected, giving her ass a gentle little spank. “Mmm, I love how good my nails look when I spank you. Thank you for the gay manicure, mon petit.”

Sunny pushed one arm out from between Reina’s breasts and responded with a thumbs-up. Reina and Marielle laughed as Kate gave her the final high-five of the night, a thumb the size of a coffee mug meeting a thumb the size of a grain of rice. Both women of both sizes celebrating pleasure and orgasm in a femme size orgy that had felt sparkly as fuck.

“Thank you,” Kate murmured, using that same immense hand to tuck some of Reina’s own curls behind her ear. Reina blushed, then burst out laughing as Kate produced the mostly-empty bottle of wine from under her thigh. She raised it up in a toast. “Here’s to the Curly Girl Genius!”

She winked as she raised the bottle to her lips, outlandishly sized like a potion in a very adult version of Alice in Wonderland. “Who turned out to be a very, very good girl.”