Close to the Heart Pt. 01

Disclaimer: All persons engaging in sex are over the age of eighteen. This story contains a very voluptuous older woman with self-esteem issues doing fetish sex things with a sexy young six-inch tall man. The acts include: Tiny man in giantess's mouth, tiny man in giantess's cleavage, tiny man in giantess's vagina, tiny man in giantess's anus, tiny man being covered in giantess's sweat, tiny man being pissed on by a drunk giantess, tiny man fucking a giant nipple, nearly-fatal lady-orgasms, and fun with a 3D printer.

If any of that isn't your thing, don't read it. You've been informed.

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A Burger King wasn't the kind of place where Derek normally stopped.

Anyone who looked at him could tell he was the kind of guy who exercised and watched what he ate. If he was completely honest with himself, he had no idea why he even entered the restaurant to begin with. Something just drew him in.

The lobby wasn't very full with only a handful of tables in use, the standouts being a table of three goth-looking teen girls. Behind the counter was a couple of pimply teens taking orders and a matronly, overweight, upper-middle-aged woman who was wiping down the lobby tables, sporting an immense, drooping bust that strained against her uniform top and an enormous ass that filled her pants to capacity.

Sitting down with his food, Derek couldn't help but to think back on his life. It was something that happened whenever his mind wandered.

He was only twenty-five, but he was so very tired. He'd been basically taking care of himself since he was twelve, when he'd lost his parents to a car accident. No siblings, no grandparents, he had only a handful of years in apathetic foster homes before being set loose in the world.

There was no fallback plan, no safety net. Not for him. He couldn't go crawling back to mommy and daddy if life decided to crush him. He was very aware that life was in no way fair. He was tired of the stress, and wished that someone would just take care of him for once. It would be so nice to not have to worry about money, or housing, or any of the trappings of adult life.

Derek had finished only half of his combo meal when he began to feel queasy. He should have known that the fast food wouldn't sit well with him. He glanced across the lobby at the gothic trio, who smirked nastily at him before returning to their conversation. Derek wasn't even offended. Goths weren't known for being accepting of any kind of conformity, the hypocrites.

Then things got weird.

******

Leanne took her time wiping down the tables in the lobby. It wasn't often that such a fine specimen of the male species stopped into her workplace. She stole glances whenever she thought she could get away with it.

Leanne was a realist. She knew that the handsome and built man, who was probably half her age, would have no interest in a fat old woman who worked at a Burger King. The fantasy was pleasant, though.

Leanne was lonely. She'd been lonely for years and years. She'd been lonely for so long, that she was resigned to just being that way for the rest of her life. She knew that she was well past her sell-by date, and the chances of companionship were not only miniscule, but dwindling even further by the day.

For the most part, she'd made her peace with it. She just wished that that she had a man for herself. A companion to share her life with, to share her dreams. Someone to take care of.

Someone to give her orgasms here and there would be nice as well.

Stealing one last glance at the sexy man, her eyes widened as she saw him vanish, his clothing falling to the bench seat in a crumpled pile.

Leanne glanced around the lobby, and no one else seemed to have noticed the disappearing man at all. Careful to not cause a scene, she made her way to that table, in time to see a six-inch tall naked man scramble out of the neck hole of the shirt, trying to cover his nudity with his arms and hands, and looking around wildly.

She carefully bent over the seat, and whispered very quietly when she spoke. "Are you okay!? No. Stupid question. What happened?"

The miniature man looked up at her wildly and fell to his butt, scrambling backward in fear.

"Hey, shh, shh. I'm not going to hurt you." Thinking quickly, she gently grasped him in her thick, chubby fist and laid him in the large pocket of her work apron.

Leanne's breasts were too large to wear the black apron as it was designed, with it over her neck. She instead had to fold it in half and tie it around her thick waist. "Stay down," she whispered to her passenger. Then, as nonchalantly as she could, she walked to the women's restroom, put out the sign that said it was being cleaned, and entered the room.

******

Derek did as he was told, and stayed buried in the pocket of the apron. This was, all of it, impossible yet somehow had actually happened.

He'd shrunk. Somehow, he had become only half a foot tall, if that. Instantly.

It was a little hard to gauge his own size.

When the giant fat woman loomed over him after he'd finished crawling out from under the collapsed circus tent of his shirt, the primal monkey hindbrain had taken over, gibbering in abject terror and screaming at him to run. So he tried to do just that.

The woman had tried to calm him, and hidden him from any others. He was grateful for that, at least. But being completely naked and very small in the air-conditioned building with only a worn-thin apron pocket of cheap cloth to insulate from the cold was taking its toll. By the time the woman fished him back out of the pocket and brought him up to her face, he was already shivering.

"Hi," she whispered with a compassionate smile. "I'm Leanne."

Derek tried to smile back, even though he was terrified being at held aloft with a single giant hand gripped around him from mid-chest to mid-thigh. "D-Derek," he shivered.

"I don't know what to do," she admitted. "Is there anyone I can call? Your wife, or girlfriend, or parents or anything?"

Derek shook his head in despair, slumping into her hand some. "No. No one. I'm all alone."

He watched her look through him, eyes taking on a distant cast as she thought. "Maybe... maybe the university? They've got scientists, right?"

Derek didn't like that at all. "I don't think science has anything to do with this," he said slowly. The change was too instantaneous, too random. There was no large machinery or anything like that around to effect the shrinking. "They're more likely to put me on display or dissect me, or even hand me over to the military."

Leanne chewed her plump lip for a moment. She tried, "Maybe it's only temporary? Maybe you'll pop back to normal in a couple of days or something?"

Derek felt himself brighten at the thought. "Yeah. Yeah! But, but what do I do until then?"

"You could stay with me?" she blurted.

Derek just stared.

She shrugged helplessly. "It'll be nice to have some company. Would... would that be okay?"

Derek didn't have a lot of options. He was more or less helpless now, and the woman had actually asked his opinion rather than just doing whatever she wanted. The giantess didn't actually need his cooperation for anything, and her trying to work with him meant a lot. "If you're sure, then yes please. I, uh, probably don't eat much," he shrugged.

Leanne giggled softly. It was a remarkably pleasant sound. "A sense of humor! You and I are going to get along just fine, Derek. Now we've just got to figure out how to hide you until I get off of work."

Derek shivered more. "Wherever it is, it has to be some place safe and warm. I'm freezing here."

Leanne paused. She had an idea, and it would be safe, and warm, and near her at all times. Only, she'd be baring herself a little to one of the sexiest men she'd ever seen, even if he was the size of a Ken doll. Then she shook herself. Derek was completely naked, what was she even worried about?

Suddenly, Leanne became very aware of the feel of his nude body in her hand. The way his tight ass pressed into the meat of her palm, her fingers around his broad chest and thin waist. His hard thighs. His defined arms resting atop her nearly closed fist, tiny hands gripping her thumb knuckle and the tip of her pointer finger like the armrests of a comfortable chair. She even imagined she could feel his manhood beneath a fingertip.

Leanne blushed. "I have an idea. You'll be safe from discovery, and warm, and I won't lose you. But, it's a little awkward, and might not be all that pleasant."

Derek shivered more, and a little more violently. The warmth of her hand was helping, but only so much. "Warm is kind of winning here, Leanne."

Leanne hesitated for a moment or two, mentally bracing herself. Then she stood from where she had been sitting on the closed toilet seat and began to untuck her uniform top one-handed, pulling it over the immense bulges of her bra-covered breasts and holding the bunched-up fabric in place beneath her chin.

With her free hand, she parted the massive divide of her cleavage and tucked the shrunken man into the pried open gap between her breasts, and then used a pair of finger-tips to sink him in until he was held in place, his shoulders and head the only things visible.

"Sorry about the sweat," she shamefacedly apologized. "I've been working. It this okay? Warm enough? Comfortable enough?"

Derek sighed in relief. It was incredibly warm between Leanne's tits. Yeah, there was some boob sweat, but that was a small price to pay. Her skin was tacky enough to hold him in place securely, and she had such big breasts that they were not only large enough to hide his entire body within them, but her bra kept them pressed together. He wouldn't be falling out.

She smelled nice, as well, which was a pleasant surprise. There was the faint odor of fast food, which was to be expected, but mostly it was a light smell of perfume and the slightly musky scent of her skin and sweat.

Derek tilted his head back to look at her face. "This is kind of perfect, Leanne. Thank you."

Leanne smiled in relief, then got to work pulling her top back down and tucking it back into her pants. She left the stall and checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror, finding a problem. There was a lump in her shirt where Derek's head rested.

She pulled the neckline of her top out to whisper to her passenger. "I have to tuck you in a little deeper, Derek. Sorry. You're showing."

"Uh, Okay!" his teeny voice carried back to from the inside of her stretched tight shirt.

Leanne's fingers dug into her uniform top, wedging between her gargantuan breasts until they came in contact with Derek's midsection. Then she gently pushed him a little further downward until only his head was out. A quick peek down her shirt to make sure she hadn't buried him in her boobs so far that he wouldn't be able to breathe showed his head resting where her cleavage began, the inverted U-shape at the top holding his little head snugly.

"Okay, I've got about three hours left of my shift. Hang tight, Derek."

Then Leanne carried on with her day. She checked over the bathroom, so she wouldn't get in trouble for putting the sign out and not actually cleaning it. She gathered up Derek's clothing in a garbage bag and brought it out to her car, with no one the wiser. She cleaned tables and floors, took orders when others went on their breaks, and generally stayed busy.

The entire time she worked, she couldn't help but to dwell on the feeling of the doll-sized man hidden in her breasts, and the unexpected and confusing feelings of excitement and anticipation.

She was absolutely not concentrating on the arousal caused by the feel of a naked man against her skin, no matter how small he was.

******

Derek quickly became bored.

There was wasn't much to see from his vantage point inside of Leanne's shirt, the dark material letting very little light through. Other than the ceiling of cloth, there were the acres of breast flesh he was encapsulated within, and really nothing else. As far as he could see was the soft-looking pale skin of her mammaries, the pair of them the size of entire rooms to his diminished height. Directly in front of his face was the dark divide between them, the endless crevice stretching on and on until it curved out of sight.

The pressure of the big woman's breasts as they held him wasn't so great that he had trouble breathing, but any movement at all look serious effort.

Derek, like most young men, was fascinated by breasts nearly to the point of obsession. He had to train himself to not stare at cleavage out in public, as the valley between any pair of boobs was magnetic to his gaze. Now here he was with nothing else to look at.

As Leanne worked, her giant boobs jostled and jiggled all over the place. They swayed up and forward when she leaned, they bounced when she walked, they swayed to the sides when she turned. When she wiped down tables, they swayed forward and wobbled violently. As they moved, Derek moved with them. His head was held fairly securely to her sternum area, so he never really got motion sick, but the rest of him tended to get brought along for the ride as his pocket of security shifted this way or that.

That's not to say there was nothing happening at all. He could hear just fine, and he listened to the music of the restaurant lobby and the conversations happening around him. That really did help pass the time.

Also, Leanne was sweating as she worked. Not profusely, but still, sweating.

It would collect between her tits where Derek's body was, and had no where to go afterward. Some was reabsorbed back into her skin, but within the first hour Derek's little body was soaked in musky woman water. Derek began to feel like he was in a sauna. Maybe a hot tub.

It wasn't as much of an imposition as some might think. Derek enjoyed hot tubs. He worked his arms from his sides, fighting against the sticky tit skin gripping him, and folded his arms over his stomach.

For the first time in years, Derek allowed himself to completely relax. Maybe there was something encoded in his DNA that found being pressed against giant tits comforting, like a baby would have found it. It was the only reason he could come up with as to why he wasn't freaking all the way out. What would come would come, and nothing he could do right then would change that in any way.

The only problem he really had at the moment, (besides being six inches tall,) was the raging erection caused by the vista of titty before him and the cloud of pheromone-laden scent, and then also being unwilling to do anything about it. He was sure Leanne would notice if he tried jacking off, and that would not be the best way to endear himself to the woman who would be caring for him for however long this lasted.

Assuming, of course, that it actually would end. Derek tried very hard not to dwell on that last thought.

******

Leanne finally was able to clock out for the day, and hurried to her car.

She sat in the driver's seat, fished the keys from her purse and started it, before turning her attention to the little man.

She pulled back her neckline and looked down at the top of his little head where it peeked out from the top of her cleavage. "You still okay, Derek?"

"Uh, Yeah? I could use a drink and a shower, but I'm good!"

Leanne closed her eyes in mortification, thankful that he was deep enough in her cleavage that he was unable to look back at her face. "I am so sorry, Derek. Really. I didn't have a better idea, and I know how... uh, hot and bothery it gets between my girls. I can take you out for the drive home, if you want?"

"Oh, hey, don't get the wrong idea here, Leanne. I'm not complaining at all. It's like a hot tub in here, and you smell nice. I like hot tubs! I'm just sticky now. And thirsty. And I'm soaking wet, so if you take me out right now I'll freeze into a Derek-sickle in a hot minute... er, so to speak."

"Well, okay," Leanne capitulated. "If you're sure you can put up with it? It's about twenty minutes to my apartment. You'll be okay?"

Derek was silent for a moment. He could hear the embarrassment in her voice, and wracked his brain for a way to reassure her all was good. "I'm a straight male between the biggest pair of boobs that's ever existed. I'm not just okay, Leanne. I'm darn-near fantastic!"

Leanne let her neckline drop back down, blushing furiously. She fastened her seat belt, thankful that Derek couldn't see what his statement had done to her nipples from his vantage point.

She was almost positive that she could use them to cut glass at that moment.

As she backed out of the parking spot, she became hyper-aware of the hot, young guy's body tucked away in her bosom. While she was working, she could distract herself, but in the car she didn't have that luxury. Her brain meticulously mapped every detail, every contour, every single point where her flesh touched his, which was most of him. She felt like she could visualize his whole body through the sensations in her breasts. Like brail, but infinitely sexier.

Leanne allowed herself a sliver of hope. Derek seemed nice, as well as so very attractive. He had just experienced a trauma that no other ever had, and he was still nice. Still found a way to make her at ease, found a way to make her giggle. Made a joke a minute after he found himself a half-foot tall.

Leanne let herself hope, just a little, that she'd found a man to let close to her heart.

She parsed her last thought again, and a snorting laugh escaped her before she could stop it. Her hand quickly clamped over her mouth, and she glanced at her chest where Derek lay hidden, listening for anything at all from her new friend.

A man close to her heart? Derek couldn't be literally closer to her physical heart unless she somehow got him inside of her lung.

Leanne unconsciously rubbed her thighs together the entire trip home.

******

Leanne let herself into her efficiency apartment, securely locking the door behind her and hanging up her purse. She was a little embarrassed to show the hovel she lived in to her tiny houseguest.

Still, she drew the blinds over the single window, and once she was sure no one would see inside, she took her uniform top off completely so that Derek could see out.

Standing in the single room of her apartment, with only the bathroom not contained within, Leanne reached in and carefully grasped the sweat-slick boy within her cleavage by pressing her thumb to his back and a single finger to his chest, and scooted him up and out a bit. Not so much that he'd get cold, but enough to see around a bit.

"So, this is my apartment," the large woman explained needlessly. "Sorry it's so small."

Derek pried his upper limbs from between the gargantuan boobs to rest his arms out to the sides and took a look around, chuckling. "You're kidding, right? As far as I'm concerned, this is perfect."

Leanne stared down her chest. "Are you just saying that?"

"No. Think about it. If you lived in a three floor house, how would I get anywhere? Your apartment is the size of a city block to me now as it is."

The thought sank in to the woman's brain, and she brightened. Her apartment was tiny by any standards, but for the sole exception being the miniature man she'd offered to care for. While it was far too small for two people to live there, it was just fine for one fluffy woman and one mini-man.

Derek swung one of arms back and forth, stroking her skin with his palm in a big arc to get her attention. "So, any chance I could get that drink now?"

"Oh, sure! Um, just let me figure out where to set you down first."

Derek hurriedly spoke, "You don't have to."

Leanne glanced down again in confusion. "What?"

"I am so super-comfortable, you don't even know. It's really soft and warm in here. If it's okay with you, think I could just hang out here a bit longer?"