Amy - The Amazon (Usually) Ch. 03

"Okay, that sounds lovely. But don't get me turned on yet, last thing I want is to walk around with a raging boner. And those all mean the same thing."

"Aw, and here I thought was I being clever," Amy shrugged, "The offer's always there."

"I'll think about it," Amanda laughed, "Now c'mon, I wanna have some fucking fun."

"That can be arranged," Amy beamed and lowered the girl, hands clasped to her ass as their sexes rubbed together.

"Again, sounds great. For later," Amanda said, though she rolled her hips and ground her crotch into Amy's flaccid prick, huge despite its slumber. She hopped free and reached behind the amazon, grabbed a shirt and handed it to Amy, "Now get dressed. I'm not going back down without my big, huge, massive..."

"I get it, I get it," Amy sighed.

"That's my futa," Amanda grinned and kissed the amazon's plump nipple before it vanished under her top. Amy, then, pulled on her panties and a pair of once baggy shorts, now offered under an inch of leeway around her toned thighs, and none against her crotch. Her shirt hung over her breasts as a cloak might, concealing all but the bottoms from view.

"Remind me to call the agency tomorrow," Amy said.

"No problem. Now let's party!"

Lights flashed from above without an apparent pattern. Splashes of red, blue, green and, indeed, all shades of the rainbow illuminated splotches of the houses living room, now converted into a dancefloor. The kitchen functioned as a waypoint, with chairs and non-alcoholic refreshments for all. Few people occupied the space, while throngs danced elsewhere.

In the living room, several dancers slowed and stopped. Music blared and reverberated against the walls, seeped into the floor and bounced against their feet. Noiseless chatter filtered in amongst the distorted melodies. All focused on the new arrival, whose stunning figure stood head and shoulders above theirs. Breasts bigger than any onlooker's head wobbled to and fro, hips ill-fitted for the shorts that contained them sashayed hypnotically, while a plentiful bulge led the procession. All eyes drifted from their partners to the fixation of lust.

Amy pushed a set of earplugs into her ears, still the music rattled her bones and curves. Her breasts jiggled against her strained shirt, slight tents where her nipples protruded, while her shorts pressed flush against her rear, pulled their by her cock. Amanda walked beside her, clad in a short, skin-tight blue and gold dress. It ended an inch past her ass, while the neckline stretched low around her luscious tits. Few glanced to her, fixated on the reputable amazon.

She refused to return the favour and focused on Amanda, "Care to dance?"

"With pleasure," Amanda pressed close and coiled her arms around Amy's slender waist. They swayed in their embrace, deaf to the EDM thumping around them or the curious stares.

Dancing was close to a dream for Amy. Flashes of watching ballet recitals or staring at dancers on competition shows flew across her mind, as did the lessons she took as a child, before her height became life-affecting. She liked to think she did well, before puberty shot into overdrive. Overnight growing pains and sudden increases in weight made walking an awkward affair, let alone dance.

So, she dropped it after failing time and again to regain her limber movements. Fate refused her such an opportunity when her cock swelled into the behemoth her partners remembered her for. One door closed and another opened, albeit far from ideal. Amy joined the volleyball team, where her height became a strength, though her gangling movements proved an issue. A modelling agency found her soon after.

The perfect role for someone like her. Amy could never be graceful again, her limbs were too long, nor could she coordinate with teammates. Pose and look gorgeous, on the other hand, were two things she excelled at.

Amy held Amanda's head against her bust, hands entwined in silken, scarlet tresses. Her feet slid with the shorter futa's, following her to avoid overstepping. They moved off-tempo to the music, a solitary duet in amongst the undulating crowds, now free of the spell Amy's appearance cast. None stepped into the tight yet obvious bubble around the two.

Sweat thickened the air. Droplets fell from people's hair and bodies, and glistened on their skin wherever the lights struck. Amanda had her back pressed into the amazon, whose hands sank deep into her chest. Amy's fingers slid through the musky beads of perspiration, spreading the sheen across her tits, and savoured the delightful plushness. She crouched low, head coming to rest upon Amanda's shoulder, while her hands trailed across and under the futa's dress.

Others followed their example and took it further. Mindless chatter and moans filtered through the pounding music, imploring Amy to glance through her sorority's living room. Partners ground against one another, some half-naked and others in process of joining them. A few had taken to the corners, their submissive partners' heads buried deep in their crotches. Buried amongst the stifling dancers, two futanari had their cocks buried in each other's mouths.

Amy's own prick awakened at the displays. She stroked Amanda's stiffening member through her thong, cooing at how it throbbed in response. Her lips tilted up to meet Amanda's ear, breaths rushing across the sensitive lobe.

"I think we should get some air," Amy whispered loud as she could.

"Uh huh," Amanda nodded. Around them, the sexual haze thickened into a fine mist and parted with Amy's long strides. They slouched into a mirrored set of lawn chairs and sighed. An open door provided fresh air from the garden, in which more partygoers moaned and lost themselves in their revelry. Amy grabbed a pair of cans from a nearby counter and handed one to Amanda.

"How long do think before everyone's exhausted?" The amazon asked.

"Who knows? Depends on how many late comers we get," Amanda shrugged.

"We could always give them a little show," Amy said, reached over and gripped her lover's thigh.

"Keep it in your pants, amazon," Amanda chuckled, "We'll have plenty of fun at the after-party."

"But I want fun now," Amy whined.

"Trust me, it'll be worth it. But..." Amanda moved over and straddled the amazon's thighs, digging her knees into the strong limbs, "No harm in making out."

"That's my girl," Amy giggled and clapped her hands onto Amanda's ass. She leaned down and caught her lips, while massaging the tender fat of her girlfriend's rear. Their breasts squished together once more, squeezed out between their bodies as the two shared spit, fenced tongues and moaned. All else melted into an inconsequential mess. Whoever passed through went unnoticed, regardless of how long they stared.

Time continued its unceasing march. Visceral moans saturated the sorority house. Music died down in the face of the three unbridled orgies taking place. They soon unfolded into a cacophony of heavy splashes, ecstatic cries and voracious smacks of flesh on flesh. Amy and Amanda relented in their make out session to cuddle and talk, waiting for the party to come an end.

"Wow, looks like another successful party," Jade said, stepping into the kitchen.

"You only just arrived?" Amy asked.

"You only told me to come, not that I had to be here for the whole thing," Jade grinned.

"Whatever," the amazon pouted.

"She got here in time for the real party, so no harm," Amanda said.

"Are you ever gonna explain that?" Amy inquired.

"Hmm, yeah. I think I might as well," the shorter futa stood and stretched, "You're gonna shrink down, and we're gonna play around with you. Sound good?"

"Should've said so earlier," Amy beamed, hopped to her feet and rushed upstairs, "We'll be in Clary's room, right?"

"Yeah," Amanda called and followed, Jade close behind.

"Alright!" Clary clapped her hands, face alight with her smirk as she surveyed the sorority sisters gathered in her room. An acoustic guitar stood in a corner, an electric counterpart and amp in another, while her bed rested at the centre. Sheets of paper laid scattered on the blue sheets. Several lounge chairs assembled around her. Amanda and Jade sat side-by-side, while several of their 'sisters' occupied the others. None wore anything besides underwear.

Amy hadn't shown herself. Yet. She stood outside the door, cracked ajar, bottle in hand and waiting for Amanda to give her the signal. Few people knew of Eliza's Shrinkage, hence the need for a stronger reveal. She stifled a laugh at the thought of how Gretta or Danielle might react.

"Time for the sorority afterparty!" Clary announced.

"In other words, time to fuck our brains out," Gretta said. She ranked low in the sorority far as her upper curves were concerned, sporting petite B cups on her pudgy frame, but her lower-half decimated everyone's. Entire inches squished out from her seat. For most, she stood out with her near-cartoonish lips and submissive tendencies.

"Damn right," Danielle agreed. The two shared a room and made for an intriguing pair. Where Gretta lacked a bust and was female, Danielle more than compensated. Her bust came third against Amy and Clary, suitable to her tall -- compared to most -- body. She sported a distinct bulge in her panties, more from her balls than anything. She claimed to cum more than even Amy, though neither had tried to measure. Those aside, most recognised her for her white pixy-cut and competitivity.

"Where's Dana?" Amanda asked.

"Getting her stomach pumped," Jade answered.

"In what way?" Amanda arched her brow. Jade thinned her eyes, "Nice." The busty futa grinned and gave a thumbs up. The signal.

An intimate warmth flowed as Amy glugged the formula. She shuddered as it drifted through her veins, seeped into her muscles and bones, and reached the stage it needed. Pinpricks sizzled across her skin and bristled with her steps.

"Hey everyone!" Amy announced. Her perspective had shrunk to her previous height. She noticed her view lowering if she focused, millimetre by millimetre.

"Oh, yeah!" Gretta beamed at the amazon, unaware of the near-impossible science taking place within Amy, "The resident giant comes to party. This just got interesting."

"You've no idea," Amanda giggled. Her keen eyes tracked Amy, watchful for the constant loss of height. Those enormous breasts, once comparable to ripe watermelons made from jelly, now sat on par to firm soccer balls. The amazon's panties hung loose around her hips, still broad and enticing, while her bulge diminished.

"Finally," Danielle groaned, "Now we get to see who cums more."

"Maybe another time," Amy grinned and walked to Amanda, strides shortening. Pinpricks turned to tingles, spread far across her skin. The feeling condensed, pulling her body... tighter? Was that the word? Amy wondered. Eliza would have to explain the specifics to her sometime.

She laid herself across Amanda's body. A few inches divided them now, and shrank with each passing second. The former amazon did her best to appear large as ever, an effort she couldn't maintain when her head fell below Amanda's resting chin. They shared a grin and surveyed their companions, specifically Danielle and Gretta.

Both mimed the other's expression of disbelief. Jaws agape, eyes bugged out, and panties wet. Neither moved or made a sound, captivated by the fantastical vision of their once seven-foot sorority sister shrinking to below a third of her height. Yet, for all that was lost, her breasts sat huge and defiant and her ass swelled from her tiny waist. Betwixt her thighs, still equivocal to a young oak tree, her panties nevertheless bulged.

Amy's brow wrinkled into a frustrated scowl. Any sensation of shrinking had faded, leaving her steeped in a familiar lust and sensitivity, "This is way bigger than normal," she pouted, studying what had become of her this time. Two-foot-six-inches, she thought. About half a foot taller than at first. Her cock retained much of its former size, hanging down to her knees.

"Nothing about this is normal," Amanda reminded her. Amy's pout remained, "Don't worry. You're still adorable like this." The now giant, by comparison, futa reached into Amy's worthless underwear and groped at her endowment. Her new, high-pitched voice moaned at the touch and, as a wave of desire flooded her, pre-cum spat from her dick.

"Um... anyone wanna explain what the fuck just happened?" Gretta demanded.

"I've got a shrinking potion. Used it a few times. Makes me really horny as well. So no more questions, and get to fucking!" Amy answered. Every word stiffened her cock, as if it understood the cue, until the turgid shaft burst free of her panties and smacked against her stomach. Pre-cum oozed in seconds, forced out by her excitement.

"Actually," Amanda said, grinning coyly at her shrunken girlfriend, "I wanted to play a game."

"Aw," Amy groaned and went to stand, but Amanda held her down such that her strength meant little.

"You'll like this. We're each gonna take turns trying to make Amy cum, only with our mouths and hands. Then, whoever swallows her load, gets to keep her for the night."

"And if we don't swallow it?" Jade asked.

"Then the round begins again. Until someone can keep it down," Amanda explained and grinned, "By the way, I don't mean most of her load. I'm talking all of it. Every drop."

Danielle spoke next, "What do we get out of this?"

"Hmm..."

"Who cares? Someone suck my dick," Amy groaned and sprung free of Amanda's arms, cock flopping with her spry move.

"How about the one who went before, sucks the current player off?" Amanda ignored her impatient lover.

"Sounds good," Danielle smirked, "How long we get?"

"Fifteen seconds sucking, fifteen for her to rest," Amanda said.

"Alright, fine. Rules are set. You go first," Amy hopped onto Amanda's chair and brandished her cock like a weapon. The now taller girl shook her head and looked to Clary, while her hand took Amy's rigid shaft.

"Clary, mind helping me out?"

Falling to the floor, the singer crawled over as Amanda's maw stretched around Amy's impressive cock, "Of course," Clary said and did likewise. Jade pulled out her phone to track the time and settled in to watch the proceedings. All futa unleashed their erections and the girls dropped their panties, revealing their lust engorged pussies.

Amy shoved her cock deep into her girlfriend's mouth. Spit bathed her shaft as her tip pushed across Amanda's slick tongue to the top of her throat. She gagged and grabbed Amy's ass, still full enough to demand a hand per cheek, pulling her in. A tide of filth overflowed her stretched lips and showered the shrunken futa's heavy balls. Amy grunted as she pushed to the hilt.

Amanda's throat embraced her cock. Firm as a vice and soft as velvet doused in slime, it rolled against her prick as the girl tried to swallow, pressing on the shaft. They remained glued together. Amanda's nostrils flared for breath, while her lips, jaw and tongue flexed around Amy's dick. The two-foot amazon moaned and reared back to thrust hard.

"Time!" Jade announced. Without mercy, Amanda shoved Amy off and onto the floor. Thick, sticky ropes of saliva formed and broke in rapid succession, defiling the seated futa's chest and matting Clary's bobbing hair.

"That's not fair! I was just getting started," Amy grumbled.

"Hmm, don't worry. It'll be our turn again soon," Amanda cooed from her pedestal. Clary worked her cock deep, wet gags and ounces of spit emanating from her speared gullet.

"I guess," Amy pouted and hung her head, staring at the dripping length of her unsatisfied prick. With the reveal of Shrinkage's lessened effects, she didn't want to wait. What if it wore off soon? Eliza had told her to wait at least a day between doses. Any second wasted standing in a circle of her horny friends could be better spent taking a pair of cocks in her tiny holes and ramming her huge dick into someone else.

"My turn," Jade said and, before Amy could think, picked the tiny futa up. She opened wide and swallowed Amy's cock without flaw. Her soft lips coiled around the base as her friend's feet grounded themselves on the armrests. Amanda forced herself away from Clary to fulfil her end of the rules.

Once Jade's cock slid into the other futa's gullet, she moved into action. Her head bobbed to and fro, lips gliding across Amy's increasingly slimy cock, while her tongue fluttered and twirled and writhed against the hard length. She increased her pace, attaining a rhythm on par with a train piston. Amy's cock strained her throat, then slid free to a burst of pre-cum tainted spit. Jade controlled the pace, holding the diminutive amazon's hands at bay. Her Brazilian features became dulled under the thick streams of saliva.

"3... 2... 1. Time!" Gretta announced. She sat next to Jade, an eager grin plastered to her face. The pair separated and, finally, Jade coughed from the abuse to her throat. Amy panted, face painted red as her cock jerked in place. The surprise had pushed out all thought of her disappointment, leaving room for her pleasure to properly situate itself. She'd forgotten how strong her sensations became when she shrank.

Still, she thought and looked to Amanda, who remained latched to Jade's dark cock. Someone had to be punished later.

Gretta's turn came. She flipped herself upside down so her head hung off the chair and opened her mouth wide, offering it to the amazon. Amy refused to refuse such an offer. She lunged to the girl, stuffed her maw to its limit and fucked her at full force.

None who were familiar with Amy could mistake how much smaller she'd become. Half a foot of her cock had disappeared, and she stood at eyelevel with Amanda's navel, yet her balls had arguably lost the least. They swayed, akin to heavy pendulums with her voracious thrusts. Everyone heard it, even Jade through the barrier of Gretta's thighs around her ears, as they swung into the dickless-girls face.

Sloppy described her technique best. Gretta made no effort to suck Amy, instead she kept her mouth open, offering as if it were another pussy. Heaving gouts of spit and pre-cum poured across her face, squeezed out by Amy's persistent thrusts. She grunted and moaned and yelled throughout, providing minimal stimulation through her own efforts.

"Time!" Danielle called. Amy tugged herself free with a loud gasp, while Gretta gurgled and spilled extra doses of throat-slime to the carpet below. A sheet of gunk coated her face and slid down her neck as she sat up, releasing Jade from the grip of her thighs. The exotic futa's face lacked its usual refinement, caked in spit, pre-cum and a plethora of pussy juice.

Amanda came up behind Amy, capturing her in a bear hug, "I know this has been a bit frustrating for you, but hold out until my turn. You can relieve everything on me tonight."

"No complaining?" Amy asked.

"I'll be playing the perfect sub," Amanda promised.

"My turn! My turn!" Danielle bounced to her feet and grabbed Amy, forcing her to sit. The full-sized futa squatted low and claimed Amy's dick. Unlike those prior, her gag reflex remained in full force, untamed and over-sensitive. She made it down halfway before she retched and pulled back, before diving back in. Her feet bounced her back and forth while her hand stroked the inches beyond her mouth's reach.

She cupped Amy's balls in her free hand, rolling the potent contents, while her eyes fixed themselves to the shrunken amazon's. I can cum more than you, they said. Though Amy could've misunderstood. Perhaps she was thinking, hurry up and cum so I can take this up my ass. Neither mattered to the resolute futa. Amanda's promise held strong in her mind.

Danielle pumped hard and fast, hands and mouth synchronous. She focused on Amy with a predator's intent, heedless to Gretta's own oral attentions. Regardless, Amy's moans remained fixed until the timer ran out.