Below is an excerpt of “Date With a Giantess” by Sammy Rei Schwarz, now availble from Amazon (Kindle), Niteflirt (PDF), ManyVids (PDF), and IWantClips (PDF). This erotica features breast worship, oral and vaginal insertion, and plenty of femdom fear boners!

John couldn’t believe his luck.


Just two hours ago, he was nursing a pint at the bar, drumming up the courage to approach the tall slender raven haired woman sitting alone with a glass of red wine. Something about her quiet dignified posture, the way her crimson lips pressed against the glass, the private smile tilting the corner of her mouth, tied his innards into knots.


Then she pierced him with a fiery glance, and he realized she knew he’d been staring the whole time. He introduced himself. She told him her name was Samantha.


Now he watched as Samantha pulled out a key from her handbag and slid it into the lock of her front door. He couldn’t help glancing down at the ample curves of her backside straining at the black fabric of her dress.


The lock clicked and Samantha chuckled, waving him inside. “Come in, come in.” He stepped through the doorway hesitantly, eyes flicking around looking for red flags. He so rarely got invited back to a woman’s place so quickly. “Well this is my apartment. You can put your shoes right there. I’m gonna get us a drink, okay? Just sit right here on the couch. I’ll be right back.”


Surveying the room, John stepped out of his shoes and hung up his coat. A modestly sized yet well-appointed, elegant apartment. Apart from several tall bookshelves overflowing with books and a writing desk covered with papers, the place was immaculate. He sat obediently on the red and black couch, which stood out among the muted earthy tones of the rest of the place. It made him nervous.


The clack of her heels brought him back to reality. Clutching two wine glasses and a bottle to her breasts, she set them down on the table with a clink.


“So you were telling me you love wine, huh?” She smiled as she uncorked the bottle.


“Oh, yeah,” John answered lamely. “Yeah, I love all kinds of wine.” It was a lie. He didn’t know anything about wine, but couldn’t very well back out now. At the bar, he had tried to make conversation by talking to her about what she was drinking.


“I love wine as well… I’ve been saving this one for a special occasion like this.”


He blushed a little. “This is a special occasion?”


Samantha beamed, her smile brightening the room and banishing his reservations. “Yeah, this is a special occasion! I mean, it’s not every day that I meet a guy like you.” She poured her glass, the crimson liquid reminding him of blood.


“When I saw you in that bar…” she continued, “…and you know, you just had this look in your eye… You just couldn’t keep your eyes off of me. That’s something I look for in a man.”


“Well I’m- I’m glad you think so, Samantha,” he hazarded. Then added sincerely, “I think every man should treat you like a queen.”


Pouring his glass, she laughed. “Of course. Doesn’t every woman want somebody who’ll worship her?”


He shrugged as she handed him the fine-stemmed glass. His rough hands brushed her elegant fingers, nails painted midnight blue, as he took it from her with a shy nod.


“So.” She raised her glass to his. “Cheers to a wonderful evening together.” Their glasses clinked together before both took a sip of the blood red liquid.


“Ooh,” Samantha sighed. “That is really good. Kinda strong too, don’t you think?”


As soon as John swallowed, he felt the heady liquid seep into his bloodstream. Probably just the alcohol, but it was strange, since he was no lightweight drinker. The feeling spread from his stomach to every corner of his body, setting it on fire.


This was not normal.


“Woah. How much alcohol is in this? I feel a little strange…” he murmured as he started to have the sensation that his skin was rippling like water.


“Oh?” she glanced at him with an unreadable expression. “You’re feeling strange? Strange how so?”


“T- tingling…” he choked out anxiously, severely understating the bubbling, boiling sensation that possessed him.


The gorgeous woman next to him continued sipping the wine, looking totally unconcerned. “Tingling?” she chuckled with amusement, as though this were a cute joke.


Suddenly John felt that he was melting.


Did she put some kind of psychedelic in his wine? He gaped at her with an ashen expression as she seemed to loom bigger and bigger over him. “Samantha…” he rasped. “You- you’re growing!”


Samantha sipped her wine calmly as she clearly grew a couple heads taller than him. “What do you mean I’m growing?” she queried blandly.
Then a wicked smile cracked the corner of her crimson lips and she laughed, “Oh honey… You have it the wrong way around. I’m not growing – you’re shrinking!”


He looked down at his arms, which were now disappearing inside the long sleeves of his button-down shirt. “Wh- what did you do to me?”
Samantha let out a ringing laugh. “Well, don’t tell me that’s not what you wanted. You said you wanted to worship me. You wanted to treat me like a queen. Isn’t that what you told me?”


She beamed down at him benevolently. Pressing a palm dramatically to her breastbone, she exclaimed, “You’re so cute looking around frantically like that while you’re shrinking inch by inch… Very slowly, almost imperceptibly…”


He gaped at her in terror. “This is some kind of joke… This can’t be real.”


Grinning, she loomed over him. “It must look like I’m getting ever so slightly bigger and bigger…” He stared as she appeared to grow, yet her clothes continued to fit perfectly, while his were falling off.


“Look at your shirt,” she pointed down at him with a chuckle. “It’s already two sizes too big for you!”


“I really am shrinking,” John murmured in disbelief, pulling at the massive clothing billowing around him.


Samantha giggled. “I’m undressing you as we speak, without even touching you! That is pretty amazing, isn’t it? You’re just shrinking and shrinking in your own clothes. Now they’re about five times too big!”
He felt his shoulders start to slip through the neck of his shirt, threatening to fall right off. He tried to grasp at them but they began to slip off easily.


This amused Samantha. She taunted him, “Oh my goodness. Your feet don’t even reach the ground now. How cute! You’re like a little toy!”
In horror, he strained to touch the ground, but his legs kept retracting towards the back seat of the couch, while the waistline of his pants ballooned in a circle around him with nothing to hold on to.


“Wow,” she cackled, now looking like a giant above him. “Your pants are just slipping off, sliding to the ground…”


“No… no!” he cried as his transformation sped forward, and every piece of clothing sank down on top of his tiny form, where his manly figure used to be.


“Oop!” she giggled. “And now you’re clothed in darkness underneath all those heavy clothes weighing on top of you.”


John trembled naked underneath his own clothing. Clawing his way out of his briefs, he gasped to see the giant Samantha bending over him with faux concern.


“Look how small you are! I could just pick you up and…” –she mimed picking him up then tapped her nails on the wine glass with a clink— “…drop you into this glass. And you’d barely be able to keep your head over the wine!” She raised the massive glass to her crimson lips and took a sip.


Did she mean to drown him? He didn’t want to find out, and scrambled off at a run.


“What do you think about that?— Ooh, don’t run away!” Her hand crossed the distance in a split second. It was impossible to outrun her. “Mmm, I can just pick you right back up by the threads of your hair and put you back where you started…”


Her giant thumb and index finger, tipped with their shiny blue nails, grasped his hairs and transported him back to the spot next to her on the couch. He rubbed his aching hair follicles with a groan.


“Just stay right there. That’s it,” she crooned. “Aw, you’re shaking, little one. Oh you’re shaking so badly!” She laughed at his predicament.
“Wow, you used to be such a big man just a moment ago, but now look at you. Oh, you must be about… I’d say… four or five inches tall!” She giggled with amusement. As she turned her glance toward her wine glass again, John bolted again on impulse, this time in the opposite direction.
It was futile.


With her other hand, she plucked him effortlessly from the couch and placed him right back where he’d started. “Mm, you’re gonna be my plaything for tonight. We’re gonna have so much fun together, aren’t we?” John buried his face in his hands in despair, triggering a wide evil grin on her face. “Oh, yes we are.”


“What the fuck have I gotten myself into…” John whispered into his clenched fists, willing away the moisture now seeping out from between his tiny eyelids.


The beautiful giantess laughed mockingly. “Are you crying? Oh goodness. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”


He raised his face in shame and glared at her. He yelled as loud as he could, “How could anyone want to get shrunk to the size of an action figure?!”


She bent over and stared at him with big eyes, resting her delicate chin in one hand. “You told me you wanted to make me happy and do anything I wanted. Well, I want to make you my plaything tonight.”


With a grin, she sat back up and reached for her wine glass. “So sit tight, and just enjoy the show…”

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt of this new erotica. For more, check it out on Amazon (Kindle), Niteflirt (PDF), ManyVids (PDF), and IWantClips (PDF).

Miss Sammy
sammyschwarz@protonmail.com

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