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Vicky's New Buttplug Ch. 01

By: Laz110



In the distance across the meadow she caught sight of wisps of smoke from a bonfire. Vicky urged the horse from a canter to a gallop, moving up and down in the saddle with the horse's gait.

It was sunny, as it had been every day for weeks, and the fields were brown from lack of rain. Only a fool would risk starting a fire, and this was her local area.

She wore a light blouse because of the heat, her favourite tight white jodhpurs and a sensible protective riding cap. Her ponytail swished to and fro in the light breeze as she rode fast towards the offending smoke.

As she neared the edge of the forest she saw two youths about her age sitting around the fire cooking something. She slowed Lady to a trot, finally stopping just short of the lads and dismounted. The horse took the opportunity to start munching the sparse green grass.

Walking over she said: 'You're not supposed to be making fires, you know.'

The youths looked up disinterested, still holding their sticks with impaled sausages over a small fire. They held a can of lager in their other hands.

'What's it to do with you?' sneered the redheaded one.

'Yeah, bugger off fat arse,' his blond mate joined in.

Vicky wasn't in the least fazed by their rudeness. She took after her mother in that her waist was wasp-like; she had pert breasts and her bottom, although firm and very large, protruded significantly. She was proud of her backside.

'If you're not careful you could start a fire,' Vicky persisted.

'I don't give a shit,' Redhead said, not even looking up.

'If you don't bugger off we'll cook your big arse too,' offered Blondie.

'Yeah, a nice bit of rump steak,' Redhead sneered.

They both laughed at that.

Her green eyes ablaze and sticking her nose in the air, Vicky turned on her heels and walked away, her bulbous buttocks jauntily swaying. She was fuming but the only course of action was to report the incident.

'She looks like she's got a carrot stuck up her arse,' Redhead scoffed.

'Or a turnip, the other one quipped and they both enjoyed the joke, rocking with mirth. They were both laughing as she remounted and rode off quickly into the distance. 

Vicky's home was a large ranch-style building, with stables attached, an orchard and many varieties of trees. It even had a swimming pool and tennis courts. She lived with her parents in a small village in the country. The nearest town was a ten-minute drive or a thirty-minute horse ride. The nearest neighbour was an arrogant forty-something couple. He was a doctor and she a solicitor. They thought they were better than her family and he was always coming round to complain about trivial things. In fact he'd been round moaning about the height of their trees very early this morning.

Daddy was a very successful inventor and Mummy worked as his manager from home. He was away on a business trip to America, which happened quite often. He'd been secretive about his latest invention, but she gathered it was something quite remarkable. Mummy hinted to her it was something that would revolutionise the world.

As Vicky reached the vast bungalow she heard strange noises coming from her parent's bedroom. Curious, she tied Lady's reigns to a fence and crept up to the window. The whimpering sounds grew louder as she approached. 

Peering through the slightly opened window and net-curtains, she could just make out her mother lying naked facedown on the king-size bed. As she carefully pushed aside the curtains, it soon dawned on Vicky the sounds Mummy made were not of distress but of something else. She was surprised, as she'd never heard her mother making these types of noises before.

Fascinated, she continued watching her mother writhing on her front for quite some considerable time until something caught Vicky's eye that made her gasp in shock. She couldn't believe her eyes as she noticed for the first time a pair of tiny feet sticking out of Mummy's bottom. They were kicking around frantically and the more the feet moved the more Mummy made those squeaking, panting noises. After a while the miniscule person attached to those feet wriggled and writhed, gradually backing out from Mummy's anus, until a man's legs showed, thighs, then a torso and finally arms and shoulders.

Her mother's breathing slowly returned to normal and reaching round, she gasped the tiny man's legs and pulled him completely out from where he'd been trapped for some length of time.

As soon as his little head popped into view his face was nearly purple and he made tiny gasping sounds. Her mother straightened herself, sitting upright, watching with glee at the small form in her firm hand.

'Oh dear,' Mummy grinned at him, 'you're a bit whiffy. I'll give you a nice wash then you'll go back in your little box.'

Having recovered sufficiently, the tiny man squeaked, 'Please don't hurt me anymore. Please let me go.'

'I can't do that now, can I?' Mummy sniggered. 'Not after all we've been through. What with you coming round complaining all the time and making my life a misery, and now you serving your penance by pleasuring my bottom and pussy...'

'P... l.... e... a... s... e...' his little shrill voice pleaded., 'don't do that to me anymore.'

Still laughing Mummy took the recovering five-inch form to the washbasin and rinsed him under a slow tap, carefully drying him with a tissue. Then she opened her walk-in wardrobe and disappeared inside.

Vicky backed away from the window in stunned disbelief. She could only hazard a guess at what had happened.

Vicky's New Buttplug Ch. 02



Her mother was in the kitchen when Vicky entered the house.

'You're looking very happy,' Vicky noted.

'Oh, yes I am,' answered Mummy.

'And hungry,' Vicky added smiling to herself. Sex always made her hungry too.

The chicken salad looked very appetising. They sat at the central table and chatted while they ate. They talked about Daddy. He wasn't her real father. Mummy had remarried after being widowed several years ago. He was quite strict with Vicky and she resented him a lot. Mummy suspected he was having affairs whilst abroad and she confided in her daughter about her fears. Then Vicky told her mother about the lads and their fire.

'There's not much we can do,' her mother told her. 'I suspect they're two of the gipsies who are camped in the common land adjoining the forest. With today's stupid laws the authorities are very reluctant to confront them.'

Vicky left her mother to clear up while she went upstairs to shower and change. She chatted to her friend Emily for half an hour before undressing. Just before she was getting into the shower the doorbell rang. Being nosey she wanted to find out who was calling so she put on her house gown and went out of her vast bedroom and through the lounge to see her mother opening the door.

All at once a very irate Mrs Forsyth-Collins burst through, startling Mummy enough for her to step backwards to avoid a collision.

'Where's my husband?' Mrs Forsyth-Collins demanded.

'Why should I know?' her mother retaliated. 

'He came round here earlier and I haven't seen him since!' the solicitor barked.

'He could have gone anywhere!' Mummy said calmly.

'I've been watching this place very carefully,' the solicitor went on. 'And I saw him come in but never saw him leave.'

'You've been watching my house?' her mother countered. 'What right have you to do that?'

The argument continued for a few minutes longer until Mummy declared: 'Look, just stay here and we'll settle this once and for all.'

Vicky anticipated what was going to happen and revealed herself to the agitated and waiting Mrs Forsyth-Collins.

'I'm sure Mummy will sort you out,' she said, stifling a fit of giggles as she glided past stealthily following her mother.

Vicky stopped short of entering her parent's bedroom and watched through the slightly ajar door to see her mother heading towards the large walk-in safe. She strained her eyes, just making out the code before Mummy opened the heavy steel door and entered in. That was where Daddy kept all his inventions, blueprints and designs.

As soon as she noted the combination, Vicky drifted quickly back the way she'd come, giving the annoyed solicitor a friendly nod as she sailed past. She took up her unseen position as before.

Mummy soon appeared in the hallway carrying a device as large as an M16 machine gun but made out of one of his new plastics. It was shaped like a big ray gun and was light enough for a woman to hold.

'Well?' screeched Mrs Forsyth-Collins. 'Where is he then? And what's that?'

'This, Mrs Forsyth-Collins is what I call a pacifier,' her mother explained softly, taking aim at her opponent and pulling the trigger.

All at once a green ray-type laser came shooting out at the surprised neighbour, covering her entirely with a green glow. Very quickly her size began to alter and she started to shrink.

'What are you doing to me?' screamed Mrs Forsyth-Collins. 'Stop it, stop it at once.'

As she shrank more and more the higher pitched her voice became until after only a couple of minutes the neighbour from hell had shrunk to a size now roughly five inches high. At which point Mummy turned off the laser.

Swiftly, her mother snatched the tiny shrieking woman into her hand, holding the defenceless minute female in front of her face.

'You want to know where your husband is, Mrs Pain-In-The-Ass? Do you?' Mummy sneered at the terror-stricken woman. 'Well, let's go and find him.'

So that's how she did it. Mummy shrunk the lady from nearly six feet tall in under a minute. How cool was that? 

Vicky skipped out from her hiding place and stealthily pursued her mother, keeping a safe distance. Mummy went into the still opened safe and came out clutching a petrified Mrs Forsyth-Collins, but minus the laser-gun. Carefully relocking the safe, her mother went into her walk-in wardrobe, closing the door.

As quick as a flash Vicky was across the deep-piled white carpet in seconds. Punching in the combination, Vicky quietly opened the heavy door and went inside. She'd never been in here and hadn't imagined at how big the place was. It also doubled as a Safe Room. All different gadgets adorned the shelves, with filing cabinets and wall charts along all three walls. She spotted the ray gun, snatching it carefully, exiting and resetting the door. Then she scuttled back to her room.

Not bothering to go along and have a shower even-though after all that riding she needed one, Vicky redressed into her riding gear. It didn't take long to re-saddle and prepare Lady and then she was on her way towards the forest.

The smoke was still whisping into the cloudless blue sky as she neared vast florets of treetops. She could tell even from that distance two tiny figures lying down. It took barely five minutes before she reached them, slowing the horse to a stop nearly three feet from where they contemptuously remained sunbathing. 

'Is it fat-arse again?' Redhead asked his mate, eyes still closed. They'd obviously heard the thumping hooves but had chosen to ignore the rider.

Opening one eye, Blondie rested on an elbow, squinting in the brightness of the sun, looking up at her still atop the horse.

'Yep, it's big-bum,' he chuckled to his friend, repositioning again onto his back.

Vicky dismounted and took off the ray gun strapped to her back, pointing it at one of the two prostrate forms. Then she squeezed the trigger. Instantly the green laser shot out, covering the redheaded lad with a glowing aura. He began to slowly shrink. 

'What the fuck's going on!' he cried, leaping to his feet, a look of astonishment covering his face.

At once his friend jumped up and seeing what was happening began to rush at Vicky. She quickly turned the ray on him, as he was now the immediate danger.

There was a good six feet between them and by the time he'd reached her he'd shrunk to just less than three feet tall. As he began to wrestle with the much bigger girl the redhead had recovered sufficiently to run towards her. 

She pushed the puny blond away and returned to shrinking his mate. Now she was fighting two three-feet midgets. They were both trying to wrestle the gun from her and attempting to force her to topple over.

Vicky shoved the redhead easily away so that he fell, while pushing the other midget hard. He too fell, tripping over his mate. She quickly hooked the gun's shoulder strap over the saddle's horn and whipped out her riding crop from the saddlebag.

'What have you done to us you cow?' squeaked Redhead, regaining his footing. Both midgets stood and charged her.

Thwack! Her crop cracked across the redhead's face, stinging him. As he cried out the blonde dived at her, wrapping his arms around her legs. He managed to topple her, shouting to his mate as she lost her balance. All at once they both clambered over her, pinning her arms to the dry ground. The blond grabbed the crop from her hand and began to hit wildly at her. She struggled with the two small but strong midgets for a while and they seemed to be getting the better of her, pinning her down. Luckily she found enough leverage to shake them off her and she scrambled to her feet, again making for the gun.

They both recovered and dived at her, each grabbing a leg. But she shook the blond one off just as she reached the ray gun and aimed, pulling the trigger. The blond midget immediately began to shrink even further until he reached the size Vicky wanted. This enabled her to be able to deal with the redhead who was wrestling her leg in an attempt to unbalance her again.

'Get off me, pintsize,' she growled, pushing him easily away only for him to fall onto his backside.

The tiny blond was trying to flee as fast as his little legs would carry him. In two steps Vicky caught him up, scooping his small body in one fast manoeuvre. Pocketing him in the saddlebag, she ran after the scampering Redhead and dragged him kicking and screaming back to the horse. Lady had been watching the events with some interest. As she was well trained she wasn't in the least bit disturbed as her owner tied the struggling small youth onto the saddle, face-up, the back of his head secured to the cantle. 



Vicky's New Buttplug Ch. 03



Back at the ranch Vicky's mother, Sandra, held the squirming Mrs Forsyth-Collins over the dolls-house that she'd earlier procured from one of the store cupboards. They were in her vast wall-in wardrobe, which had racks of expensive shoes and rows and rows of designer clothes. Lifting the swing-hinged roof, Sandra looked down to see Mr Forsyth-Collins had been so traumatised by his ordeal he still hadn't dressed and was cowering under the bed in the master bedroom.

'You've got a little visitor to see you, my dildo,' Sandra sniggered, tugging him out of his hiding place by his feet.

'Darling!' he squeaked upon seeing his wife clasped in the giantess's hand. 

'What have they done to us?' shrieked the tiny woman.

'There's plenty of time for you both to chat later,' Sandra chuckled, closing the roof and entering her bedroom with the terrified female neighbour.

Diving onto her huge bed, Sandra quickly undressed one-handed, leaving the clothes discarded beside the bed. Then she held up the wriggling midget and carefully took off the woman's clothes, stripping her until she was naked and looking extremely vulnerable.

'I'm not sure you're going to like what I'm about to do to you,' Sandra laughed, lying on her side and leaning back to press Mrs Forsyth-Collins' head close to her bare bottom.

The hysterical tiny woman screamed as loudly as she could, all the while pleading with the giantess to let her go.

'No way,' Sandra breathed, dabbing a small amount of lubricating baby oil over her captive's upper half of the body.

'Now, I want you to stiffen your body,' Sandra told her. 'Of if you don't I'll squeeze the life out of you.'

As if to reinforce her threat she grasped Mrs Forsyth-Collins hard and held the grip until her victim was going crimson from the asphyxiation.

'Are you going to do as you're told?' Sandra asked, grinning.

As the tiny woman got her breath back she nodded as if she knew there was no other choice.

Sandra gently pressed Mrs Forsyth-Collins' head against her anus, while her captive stiffened her body in the giant woman's clasp. Slowly, as Sandra pushed the victim's head harder against her anal muscle, the anus slackened to allow entry. Then Vicky's mother pressed her human butt plug further into her anal passage, gently thrusting and retracting it but still ensuring the head never left the confines of her anus. 

As soon as her victim's head entered deeper into her anal canal Sandra's pleasure intensified and she let out involuntary gasps. Methodically, she worked the small human dildo in and around her rectum, pushing her sex toy in as deep as she could so that just the tiny feet protruded.

Wave after wave of libidinous ecstasy coursed through Sandra's body, making her completely helpless. All her nerve-endings became electrified with blissful pleasure as her anal slave struggled to survive within the confines of the walls of her anal canal. The captured tiny woman was virtually mummified by her captor's oppressive anus, starving her of much needed oxygen.

Sandra could do absolutely nothing but lie there and wallow in her victim's humiliating subjugation. Her eyes rolled back into the lids as yet another orgasm swept right through her while the tiny body deep inside her bottom wrestled to escape from her human prison.

The same noises emanated from the back of Sandra's throat that had occurred earlier when she'd used the tiny man as a sex toy. This was absolute bliss and in a way she'd never experienced sex as satisfying as using another human being to extract so much pleasure by using them this way.

Gradually Vicky's mother's senses returned back from utter paradise as Mrs Forsyth-Collins managed to wrest her way out by backing out of the giantess's posterior bit by bit. 

'Wow,' Sandra breathed, extricating the rest of the exhausted minute female by carefully pulling the tiny body. 'That was even better than when I used your husband.'

The traumatised midget sobbed up as Sandra gleefully held her up in front of her.

That was beautiful my little dildo,' she said to her huskily. 'From now on you're going to be seeing a lot more of the inside of my body.' Throwing back her head her laugh was full of self-satisfaction. 'And from different directions too.'



Vicky's New Buttplug Ch. 04



Back in the meadow, Vicky placed her booted foot in the stirrup and hauled herself up by the saddle's horn, swinging her leg over the tightly bound midget she'd restrained to the saddle.

She'd used the refiner button on the ray gun to increase her captive's nose, so now he was a three-foot midget with a three-inch nose.

'What do you think of my bum now?' she chuckled, smirking down at the terrified face just below her protruding backside. 'Do you still think it's big?'

He stared at the vast buttocks hovering threateningly inches above his helpless face, tears welling in his eyes.

'No, please,' he cried, 'no, don't sit on me...'

She deliberately shoved her bottom-crease against his nose, rubbing it contemptuously. 

'Sniff it in, small fry,' she chuckled. 

'I beg you please don't do this to me...'

He struggled with all his might but to no avail. She'd learned how to tie knots in the Girl Guides and he was bound so securely he could even move his head, which at the moment could only see her massive bottom wavering just above his face, with her deep crease, parted by two large buttocks ominously staring down at him.

'Smell my bum,' she ordered. 'I want to hear you sniffing it.'

'Please don't make me,' he whinged.

'Do it or I'll crush you,' she grinned, sitting heavily down on his small frame, winding him.

'O... k... I... will,' he wheezed.

Repositioning herself, she again stuck her posterior in his face.

She sniggered at his sniffing inhalations.

'Keep smelling it right in the crack,' she sneered, imbedding his nose right in deep between her buttocks.

She thoroughly enjoyed doing this to him, making him feel so humiliated like this. And this was just the beginning, only the start of what she was going to make him do.

Laughing at his pitiful, muffled cries, she sank her posterior right down on his face, submerging it. The feel of his proportionately large nose sticking right up her bum and pressing against her anus added to the pleasure. Then, giving Lady a squeeze with her lower calves against her sides, Vicky settled more comfortably as the horse began to walk.

It wasn't long before she really began to enjoy the feeling of sitting on her captive's face as her body moved with Lady's motion, bouncing up and down on the small lad's countenance. Vicky was pleasantly surprised to find her pleasure intensified knowing her victim couldn't even breathe most of the time beneath her bottom, with just the occasional gasp of air when he was able.

She slowly trotted the horse back to the ranch carefully avoiding any route which she'd meet anyone. With her backside bouncing up and down on her captive's helpless face, she was extremely pleased with her new human saddle. Vicky imagined it was the first of many times she'd be using her new toys like this whenever she went riding.

After dealing with Lady, Vicky used the gun to reduce the redhead to the same size as his mate, but still leaving his enlarged nose proportionate. She could barely wait as she took them to her bedroom and slung them onto her bed. It was too high for them to escape and they hid beneath her pillows in terror.

She undressed in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her body's reflection. She spent a long time admiring her protruding bottom, sensuously smoothing her hands across its large curvatures. She loved the look of it and a shot of excitement engulfed her as she thought about what was coming next.

'Come on you two,' she grinned, plucking them out from their hiding place. 'Now you're really going to get to know me.' Her laugh was naughtily wicked as she added; 'very intimately.'

She lay down on the deep, soft duvet, grinning at her two struggling captives. Holding the redhead in her right hand, with the blond securely held between her thighs, she peeled off his tiny clothes. All the while he shrieked and wriggled, calling her names and swearing he'd get revenge.

Laughing, she swapped them over, stripping off the clothes of the other tiny youth. He too took some bravado from his friend and defiantly swore at her.

Grinning from ear to ear, she held each of them in front of her.

'Now listen carefully,' she said, dipping their heads in a tub of softener cream on her large bedside cabinet and holding them in front of her giantess face. 'I want you enjoy yourselves as much as I'm going to. If there's anything you don't like just tell me...' her laugh was cruel: 'and I'll do it even more'.

Chuckling while they wriggled and squirmed and squeaked bravados, she made herself more comfortable on her back raising her knees to her chest. Carefully, she pressed the redhead's head against her anus, rubbing it round and round the anal muscle while all the time grinning at his tiny voice pleading.

'I want you to see if you can find a carrot up my bum,' she giggled, pushing his stricken head into her now relaxed anus, manoeuvring his small body deeper and deeper inside her.

The sensation took her by surprise at its intensity, and it took all her willpower to control herself enough to press the other lad's head to her moist vulva and pushed him slowly into her vagina.

Now both midgets were immersed inside her body she could barely move from the immense and intense pleasure with an intense tingling feeling shooting through her entire body. Wave after wave of ecstatic orgasm took her to heights she'd never before experienced.

She wouldn't have believed possible that the movements of their desperate attempts to escape would massage her erogenous zones to such a degree making the climaxes that much stronger. 

It was quite a while before both small lads managed to wriggle and writhe enough to extricate themselves from her bodily channels. 

Dreamily, she made herself more comfortable while she enjoyed watching the two tiny youths coughing and gasping whilst covered in her bodily fluids. She lazily imagined what other things she could do to them. But right now she just had to tell her best friend Emma about her new discovery. Then they and the other girls in her crowd could use however they wanted as their new sex toys.

She reached for the phone, giggling at the state of her victims. They were going to get a lot more worse things done to them than this.



Vicky's New Buttplug Ch. 05



'Wow!' exclaimed Emma, her eyes wide with amazement. She'd never seen tiny people miniaturised like this before.

They were in Vicky's bedroom after an hour's hard horse riding. Vicky held up her two captive sex slaves, one in each hand, for her best friend to examine more closely.

'Where on earth did you find them?' Emma asked, fascinated by the tiny wriggling creatures.

'I didn't,' Vicky answered mysteriously, 'I made them.'

'Made them!' her friend exclaimed in amazement. 'How?'

'With this,' Vicky explained, showing her the ray gun. 'It shrinks things, even people. My step father invented it.'

They both laughed at the small youths squeaking in protest as Vicky's handed them over for closer examination.

'What did you mean when you said on the phone to throw my sex toys away?' Emma said, scrutinising them in fascination. Then just as suddenly, almost before the words had left her lips she said; 'Ohhhh,' in realisation, then: 'No, you can't mean...'

'Oh yes,' Vicky replied sniggering. 'That's exactly what I mean.'

She tormented the six-inch boys by scratching them under their chins and whispering; 'You like making me climax, don't you?'

Emma laughed, still not quite believing what she was hearing and seeing. She watched as Vicky stripped off her jodhpurs and took hold of the ginger-haired youth, placing him on her dressing table stool. Straight away he tried to jump even though the height to the floor for him was a long way down. Carefully, Vicky held him close up to her face.

'I still want you to find that carrot,' she smirked menacingly.

'Carrot?' Emma enquired.

'Yes, these two chauvinistic pigs called me names and took the piss out of my bum,' came the reply. 'They said I must have a carrot up there from the way I walk.'

'Did they now?' Emma said, her interest increasing by the minute. 'Now, that's not very nice.'

Vicky lay on her back on her bed and brought her knees up to her chest still holding the squirming midget. She carefully smeared some Vaseline on his head and proceeded to press it to her anus.

'I hope it's not too cheesy down there,' she wheezed with a grin. The smell must have been exacerbated because of his size.

Emma watched in awe as her friend slowly fed the shrieking, wriggling miniature youth inside her anal passage until only his feet poked out. She couldn't help but smile at the tiny feet helplessly wriggled as he attempted to escape his imprisonment.

Vicky's face was a picture of pure bliss. The fantastic sensations coursing through her pleasure zones made her eyes roll in ecstatic mesmerisation. She rolled onto her front and closed her eyes in sheer contentment.

Emma wasted no time. She too stripped out of her breeches and still holding the other terrified captive, clambered onto the huge bed beside her friend. Copying Vicky, she also rubbed some petroleum jelly on her victim's head, brought up her knees and prodded its head against her rectal cuff. Within seconds her anus had relaxed enough for her to poke him slowly inside her sphincter until only his feet remained outside.

She couldn't manage to speak; such was the breathtaking sensational feeling spreading over her entire body. The more the small body wriggled and writhed inside her bottom the more her orgasm intensified. Helplessly, she lay there barely able to move a muscle. This was the first time ever she'd experienced such an intense multiple climax.

Both girls made whimpering guttural sounds for several minutes until their hapless and defeated wretches managed to clamber out from their anal imprisonments.

'Wow, that was so awesome!' was all that Emma was able to say as she recovered from the fantastic sentience. Picking up the tiny spent body, her body still tingling all over, Emma looked over to Vicky who was also recovering from the sex session.

'What do you think?' Vicky asked, wiping her victim's slimy body with a tissue, cautiously sniffing the cheesy sweaty odour emanating from her victim.

'That was w...i...c...k...e...d!!! Emma breathed.

'And just think, we can miniaturise anyone we want,' Vicky explained.

Emma's mind was ticking over and her friend could tell what was coming next.

'Let's get something to eat then we'll go clubbing,' Emma offered.

'That's exactly what I was thinking,' Vicky agreed. 'Those lads who were beastly to us last week could be in for a big surprise.

They both rolled about with laughter, before cleaning and again oiling their now recovered small captives. They both giggled as they rubbed the tiny heads against their vulvas for lubrication stimulus before engulfing them.

This was a dream come true. Heaven, absolute heaven.