Daddy grabbed me by the throat and effortlessly held my small body off the ground at arms length with one hand. I chocked and squirmed, kicking nothing but air while he used his other hand to strip me naked. First my vest. It fell to the hotel room floor. Next was my wafer thin short shorts. A simple tug and they pealed off my bare skin revealing my excited and pathetically small penis waggling eagerly back and forth as I struggled to breath. The dick he'd regressed to an even younger age than what he'd turned the rest of me into.
Lastly, he pulled up my crop top. One arm at a time. Then finally let go of my throat and held me by one of my arms as he pulled the cloth off my head. With his strong arms, he could have effortlessly ripped them all to spreads. It would have been easier. But for now, those were my only clothes. Now all I had on were my armbands and my choker.
Without any warning, Daddy threw me Clare across the room. I streaked in fear as I soared through the air and landed with a poof several meters away in the middle of the king sized bed. King sized to normal people, that is. Compared to my new permanently small body, the bed was the size of an entire room. A large room at that.
I rolled over onto all fours, naked on the pillowy landscape, and looked up to see him towering over me. Daddy began to undress. A mountain of muscle, coated in grizzled black body-hair. The prime example of an alfa male. A giant compared to even full grown men. To me he was nothing short of a god.
I drank in every detail of his divine body as he revealed more at more of it. My eyes were transfixed on his crotch as he began unbuckling his belt. He slid it off and gave it a single hard whip. The leather smacked through the air with a deafening crack, and my love and worship for my owner mixed with anticipation and fear. He didn't drop the belt onto the floor with the rest of his clothes, but left it at the edge of the bed as a threat and constant reminder. I swallowed hard.
Then came the moment I'd been waiting for. He pulled his pants and underwear down together, and up popped the Mt. Everest of cocks. My jaw still ached from having tried to fit the tip into my mouth. It was well over 2 inches thick, and over 9 inches long. Angry veins covered its surface. (5cm / 23cm) The base of it got even thicker, but then thinner again just at the bottom, slightly like the shape of a butt plug, just not as much. His balls were nearly the size of oranges. Each one would easily fill my delicate hands.
The musk hit me like a heat-wave from a newly opened oven a split second later. What a powerful and dominating scent. I felt like I was drowning, just cowering in front of him on the bed. He was ready. I wasn't sure I was. I didn't' think I'd ever be ready for that monster. But it wasn't up to me. Nothing was up to me anymore. He stepped forward and crawled onto the bed towards me.
Suddenly filled with fear at the shear ridiculous contrast in our sizes, I began to scramble away towards the head of the bed. His mighty arm reached out and grabbed hold of my leg and dragged me back to him. My fingers grabbed at pillows and velvet sheets, as if they'd be any kind of anchor to hold onto. Panicked, I tried to hold the pillow between him and myself as a shield. Daddy just yanked it out of my hands and threw it aside.
He pinned me down then and once more began to kiss me, deepthraoting me with his tongue. His weight pressed down on me, sinking me inches into the quagmire of sheets and matters. My tiny hairless arms and legs squirmed against the velvet and against Daddy's fur and rippling sweaty body. All the while, his huge hands explored my body without asking or caring about permission. I was his, and we both knew it.
I gasped and caught as his mouth finally parted from mine and his long tongue finally slid out of my throat. He lifted my legs up over my shoulders so my ass faced him. Then he set it tongue to work there too. It entered me and slid down deep. My whole body spasmed at the unfamiliar sensation, but his arms held me in place. I moaned and cried out. I still wasn't used to how young my voice now sounded. The tongue found a hidden spot deep inside me that I'd never played with in my entire life. My prostate. I'd heard about it of course, but never in my wildest imagination had I envisioned that anything could feel like this. My orgasmic screams turned to gurgles as my eyes rolled back in my head and my mind broke. All I could do was spasm. I couldn't fight. I couldn't beg. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even think. I was just his toy, and he knew all my buttons.
My mind returned from the brink of insanity a few minutes later when Daddy finally pulled out his tongue. I panted, drenched in sweat, more horny than I'd ever been in my life. I couldn't believe that I hadn't cum from that. I'd been sure many times that I had been about to blow my load all over my face while Daddy rimmed me, but the orgasm had always been just a hair's breath away. I couldn't cope with this level of stimulation. I needed a break. I needed to collect my breath. But Daddy had no intention of stopping or even slowing down. No. We'd barely even begun.