Lindsay is gone for a long time, and you start to wonder just how much she's enjoying her Friday night. Sure enough, when she comes back in, sometime on the late side of 2AM, her motions are sloppy enough to be banging into things and you can tell that she's drunk. You hope this just means she'll stumble on into bed, but no, she makes a beeline for you as soon as she remembers you're there. She grabs you roughly, and sloppily, and suddenly you're staring at the floor, hundreds or thousands of feet directly below you at your size, as you hang from her cranberry/vodka-soaked fingers.
You find yourself traveling to her bed as she proceeds to sit down and have her way with you. She starts unceremoniously, shoving you up her dress and rubbing you against her panties. She's wearing a lacy cotton thong, just as you remember she always did, and frankly her scent brings back the memories too. She's pushing softly, so all told this isn't too bad.
Of course, it's just a warmup. After a few minutes of rubbing you up and down the outside of her panties, Lindsay sits up and takes all her clothes off. She holds you tightly in her right fist and stares at you for a few seconds with a cold, dark expression on her face. And then she shoves you in headfirst.
Frankly, you're not sure what happens for the first few seconds, since your unmitigated terror blocks out all your senses. Beyond the sheer humiliation of the act, your titanic ex-girlfriend is shoving you back and forth rapidly in a place you've never been, at least not on this scale, so you constantly feel like you're about to have your head ripped off. Not a pleasant experience.
But a few seconds later you start to take account of your surroundings. Fortunately, Lindsay must be turned on, as her pussy is wet enough for you to glide in and out smoothly. The heat and scent are all around you and overpowering, even as you try not to drink or even breathe any of it in. In fact, you start to worry that you're about to suffocate here, deep inside your ex-girlfriend's pussy, but Lindsay does pull you out every 30 seconds or so for a breather. That's not a pleasant experience, either, as she spends the time rubbing your face against her clit, but at least you're not dying in there.
Once you're fully aware of what's going on, you start to struggle. You don't really think through the likelihood of escaping Lindsay's pussy while her hand has you shoved in there, to say nothing of what you would do should you manage to escape onto her bed in between her legs, but your human instinct for survival seems to have kicked in and overridden your conscious thought.
In any event, it's a disaster of a move. Almost as soon as you start thrashing about, you hear Lindsay start to moan. At first you feel it through the vibrations of her body more than you can actually hear it, but soon she's crying out in ecstasy. It looks like moving around in there just makes her arousal stronger. She's pumping you in harder and harder now, and she's not pulling you out to let you breathe anymore. Just as you realize you're not going to make it, her pussy starts to convulse around you, shaking and squeezing the last bit of life out of your body.
Your last thought before you pass out is that you're going to die as your giant ex-girlfriend's living sex toy. How humiliating.
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Somehow, you wake up.