When I read last night’s bedtime story on the Magic Bus, I did promise an illustration to go with it. This was rendered and sent to me by my good friend, TinyN. I hope the illustration enhances your enjoyment of the story. I know that many of you enjoy following Shrimp Boy’s adventures, even those of you who don’t share the giantess fantasy.

Thank you to TinyN for sending me the illustration and perhaps we’ll be able to add more to Shrimp Boy’s further adventures!

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Some of you will remember that we left poor Shrimp Boy (once again) in a rather uncomfortable predicament. The Spiteful Giantess had just had some kind of an idea. An idea involving our intrepid hero and, possibly, his raging hard-on. Now, when I say “raging hard-on”, you must remember that Shrimp Boy is a teeny tiny man and as such the term “raging” is, well, relative. Even so, our diminutive hero had been on the verge of fulfilling his goal, his dream if you like, of attaining bliss at the hands (or at the tongue) of the Beautiful Giantess. So now we find Shrimp Boy lying on his back in the palm of the Beautiful Giantess, panting, sweating, his cock throbbing and swollen – almost sobbing in his frustration. So frustrated in fact that he wasn’t paying quite as much attention to the Spiteful Giantess’s “rather naughty idea” for a game as he should have. And at this point, faithful listeners, we might pause for a word of advice. If you ever find yourself naked, on the point of orgasm, gasping and panting, throbbing and thrusting, and someone else – especially if that someone is rather spiteful – says “I’ve had an idea” it might be wise to divert your attention from your cock, and listen to what that idea might entail.

Fortunately the Stupid Giantess (and there’s no point in using some kind of euphemism – she was just stupid – ok?) asked the question that Shrimp Boy should have been asking “What kind of idea, what are we going to do with him?” In reply, the Spiteful Giantess showed what she’d been hiding behind her back. Her two sisters gasped in surprise to see her waving a formidable dildo in the air. It was the kind designed to be attached to a harness and used as a strap-on. (Those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about will have to resort to Google, although really you should not be listening to this story at all!) “I still don’t understand” said the Stupid Giantess and although the Beautiful Giantess didn’t really understand either, she was having some rather dark thoughts of her own at the sight of the large dildo and was, truth be told, almost afraid to ask her spiteful sister what her plans for little Shrimp Boy might be. Instead of explaining, the Spiteful Giantess seized Shrimp Boy and pinned him against the dildo, which was longer (or taller – depending on how you look at it) than the teeny tiny man. She held him in place while she used the cruel silken thread to bind him to the dildo. The dildo was at his back and the Giantess bound him in such a way that it was impossible for him to move. His head was forced back against the hard rubber, his arms and legs spread. In fact, only his cock had any freedom of movement and was, it seemed, taking advantage of that. Poor Shrimp Boy was exposed and helpless, his hard-on now slightly less than raging but still erect and waving in the breeze. Now you must remember that Shrimp Boy had led a rather sheltered life before encountering these giant sisters and had no idea what he was strapped to. Still, he found himself strangely aroused at being bound and helpless, even as a thrill of fear rippled through his naked little body. The sisters all laughed to see him, even the stupid one who didn’t really know why she was laughing, and the laughter of the Spiteful Giantess was tinged with lust. Her nipples hardened, her cunt moistened, at the sight of her favourite dildo with the little man attached. Her breathing became harder as she fumbled with the harness, attaching it around her slim hips. Little Shrimp Boy jutted out in front of the naked giantess almost like one of those ships’ figureheads. Even though he was afraid, he found himself becoming even more aroused as the Spiteful one began to slather copious amounts of fragrant oil onto the dildo and, of course, onto Shrimp Boy himself. “Now”, the Giantess said as she began to stroke, “Who wants to be first?” Our little hero spluttered through the oil, “No, wait, first for what? What’s the oil for? What’s this thing I’m on?” Poor little Shrimp Boy. We know. Don’t we?

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings. For lively lunchtime radio, tune in to the Pub Lunch at 1:00 pm EST on Wednesdays.

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The Erotic Adventures of Shrimp Boy – Part 7 – another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

Do you remember how we left Shrimp Boy? He was in the hands of the three giantess sisters and his cock had a thin silk thread wrapped around it, with the spiteful sister pulling gleefully on the end of the thread! Poor Shrimp Boy was in danger of losing his cock altogether! Fortunately, the beautiful giantess who had found Shrimp Boy decided to step in and rescue our little hero and tried to grab him from her sister. For a moment, Shrimp Boy was afraid that he would be torn between the two of them, when the stupid sister stepped in saying “Will these help?”. She was wielding a pair of small, but very sharp, nail scissors. She advanced upon Shrimp Boy with the pointed scissors aimed at the silken thread around his penis – a penis which had been quite hard but which was rapidly softening. Unfortunately, not only was the stupid sister stupid, but she was also a little short-sighted and Shrimp Boy could only hold his breath as the scissors’ points loomed over his cock and balls. “I’ll just snip this off” said stupid sister holding Shrimp Boy’s cock between her finger and thumb. “Give me those!” said the beautiful giantess and snatched the scissors – and Shrimp Boy – from the hands of her sisters. “I’ll take care of him” she said and began to gently unwind the silken thread from around Shrimp Boy’s frightened little cock. A cock is an amazing thing, is it not? Only seconds before, Shrimp Boy’s penis was shrivelled and frightened, doing its best to hide. Now, under the gentle ministrations of the beautiful giantess, it was feeling brave again and began to rise once more to the occasion. As the giantess gently pulled on the thread, Shrimp Boy’s cock was tugged and stimulated, causing Shrimp Boy to become quite excited. Again! Shrimp Boy began to moan and whimper, to writhe and wriggle in the soft hand of the giantess. Finally, after much tugging and pulling, the thread was removed and Shrimp Boy’s cock stood erect and proud once again! The giantess, however, misunderstood the little man’s groans and squirms and looked closely at Shrimp Boy’s cock which was red and throbbing. “Oooh”, she said, “The poor little thing! Is it sore?” Now his cock wasn’t particularly sore at all, but Shrimp Boy was quick to spot an opportunity and nodded – making a face like a trod-on spaniel at the same time. “Awwwww!” said the giantess “Let me kiss it all better!” and bent her beautiful face down towards Shrimp Boy. As her lips – as soft and large as pillows – gently touched Shrimp Boy’s penis, he gasped and panted. “Oh dear – have I hurt it some more?” said the giantess, most concerned. Shrimp Boy could only croak from his suddenly dry throat “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…” “Perhaps if I use my tongue…” mused the giantess and began to touch Shrimp Boy’s engorged cock lightly with the tip of her tongue. Shrimp Boy lay on his back in the giantess’s palm, thrusting his cock against her hot, wet tongue. His breathing was becoming faster and faster, he groaned again and opened his eyes to see the other two sisters gazing with fascination at his tiny body. With fascination and with something else, he thought. Now, if Shrimp Boy had been thinking properly, that is to say if there had been more blood in his brain and less in his dick, he would have recognised that “something else”. He would have realised what was going on in the minds of the two sisters – even in the mind of the stupid sister. At the moment, however, the little tiny man was concentrating on reaching his ever-elusive goal and while he might once have hesitated to ejaculate onto the tongue of a woman whose name he didn’t even know, after all he’d been through he thought perhaps he could be a little less scrupulous than usual. Shrimp Boy closed his eyes again and continued his thrusting. Every sensation was concentrated in his cock. He was hot, sweating, and pleasure began to surge through his body in waves, his cock throbbed and twitched against the giantess’s sweet tongue, and then… “I’ve had an idea” said the spiteful giantess. Little Shrimp Boy’s eyes flew open as the hot, soft tongue was withdrawn. “Noooooooo!” cried Shrimp Boy as the beautiful giantess straightened up to look at her sister. “Oh yes?” she said “What sort of an idea?” “A rather naughty idea” said the spiteful giantess “An idea for a game with our new toy”. “Game?” thought Shrimp Boy “I wonder what sort of game…?” Hmmm – I wonder what sort of game too. Will it have anything to do with Shrimp Boy’s raging hard-on? Maybe we’ll find out next time…

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings. For lively lunchtime radio, tune in to the Pub Lunch at 1:00 pm EST on Wednesdays.

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The Erotic Adventures of Shrimp Boy – Part 6 – another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

When we last visited Shrimp Boy, we were left with this burning question; will poor Shrimp Boy ever attain release? When we left him, he was being tickled and teased, probed and aroused, by the Giantess’s hot, wet tongue. He was on the point of achieving his goal when one of the Giantess’s sisters came knocking at the bathroom door. The sisters were tired of being denied the fun of playing with the tiny man and wanted a turn! With a sigh (which almost knocked Shrimp Boy off his little feet) the Giantess stopped what she was doing to Shrimp Boy’s teeny tiny cock and, grasping him tightly in her hand, took him to her sisters. They were in their bedroom and our little hero found himself in the presence of more naked female flesh than he could ever imagine. The sisters appeared to be changing their clothes. The air was redolent with various feminine fragrances and small, frilly bits of clothing were strewn everywhere. “Ah – here’s the toy!” said one of the sisters. Shrimp Boy wasn’t quite sure how he felt about being referred to in such a way, but decided (for once) to keep his little mouth firmly shut. The two Giantess sisters came to look at Shrimp Boy, bending forward to see him better as “his” Giantess held him in her fist. One of the sisters was wearing a pretty lacy bra with matching panties and the other was wearing a nightgown so transparent that no imagination was necessary to see her delectable charms. And Shrimp Boy DID see! In fact, he didn’t know where to look first and greedily devoured the sight of nipples, cleavage, and pussy.

“Ouch!” cried the Giantess holding him, “You’re jabbing my fingers!” Of course it was Shrimp Boy’s tiny erection that was jabbing the Giantess who proceeded to drop him abruptly. Fortunately he landed on a bed into a small mountain of discarded bras, panties and sundry items of giantess lingerie. It felt like heaven to the little tiny man! He lay on his face, wallowing in the soft fabrics, inhaling the delicious odours and began to roll and squirm among the silk, satin and lace. Some of the lingerie was clean and fresh but some had already been worn by the giantesses and it was these items that were encouraging Shrimp Boy’s little cock. “What’s it doing?” said one of the sisters, and “Does it do any tricks?” said the other. The one who’d asked about the tricks was a rather spiteful girl – spoiled and wilful and used to getting her own way. She plucked Shrimp Boy from his soft, fragrant bed and held him upside down by his feet. Fortunately most of his blood supply was in his engorged cock so not much ran to his head! “And what’s this supposed to be?” said the sister and flicked poor Shrimp Boy’s already painfully hard cock with her fingernail. “Ooooh look, there’s something on it” said the other sister who was not spiteful but only a little stupid. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! Sure enough, a tiny strand of silk had become wound around Shrimp Boy’s teeny tiny dick. Well, a tiny strand in the eyes of the giantesses, but to poor Shrimp Boy it was like a strong, silken cord. Now if any of you have ever had a strong silken cord wrapped around your cock, you will know that not only does it not break easily, but it has a tendency to cut into the flesh, so that when the spiteful giantess said, “Let’s see if we can pull it off” Shrimp Boy decided that some kind of protest would be in order. Unfortunately the sight of the spiteful giantess’s enormous finger and thumb looming towards his vulnerable little cock rendered him quite speechless. What will our intrepid hero do? Will the kind Giantess come to his rescue? Will he EVER attain orgasm? What time’s breakfast? These, and many other questions, will be answered – eventually.

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.  For lively lunchtime radio, tune in to the Pub Lunch at 1:00 pm EST on Wednesdays.

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When the Giantess asked poor Shrimp Boy “How long can you hold your breathe?” he didn’t even have a chance to answer, or to even think about it, before he was pushed down under the warm, fragrant water. Poor little Shrimp Boy panicked as he was thrust down between the Giantess’s smooth, slippery thighs and struggled to break free. He rose to the surface gasping and spluttering – reaching for something to hang onto. Fortunately he found something. Something large and pink, something hard but also soft, and he hung onto it for dear life. The Giantess laughed to see Shrimp Boy hanging onto her nipple. The more firmly Shrimp Boy gripped the nipple, the harder it became and Shrimp Boy had to scrabble desperately to maintain his grip. All this activity was very arousing to the Giantess, who had very sensitive nipples. As we all know from previous episodes, the Giantess had a voracious sexual appetite and had all kinds of ideas about how this little tiny man could be used to gratify this appetite. “Stop tickling me little man – I want you to clean parts of me that other cleaners cannot reach” said the Giantess with a laugh. Shrimp Boy had now somewhat recovered from his panic and was enjoying his position clamped onto the Giantess’s nipple. His teeny tiny penis had certainly recovered and was raising its little head again. Shrimp Boy was beginning to enjoy the sensation of pressing his little cock into the nipple and to enjoy the reaction he was creating. It would seem that even such a tiny man could have an effect upon a Giantess…

Before he could reflect upon this interesting revelation further, Shrimp Boy was again pushed beneath the surface of the water. He found himself once more between the thighs of the Giantess. Found himself, in fact, between the smooth, plump folds of the Giantess’s pretty labia. Found himself pressed against her clitoris which lay like a pearl, just waiting for Shrimp Boy to discover it. If Shrimp Boy’s penis liked the giant nipple, imagine it’s reaction to the sight of this giant clitoris! Shrimp Boy decided that it was time to discover just how long he could hold his breath. He might have a tiny body but he had a big heart and was determined to take on this challenge. (If only, gentle reader, his cock was as large as his heart, so to speak – but I digress…)

Will Shrimp Boy be overwhelmed at the enormity of his task (and of the clitoris) or will he, ahem, rise to the occasion? Just how long can a tiny man hold his breath? How long can he maintain his erection? To find the answers to these and other fascinating questions you’ll have to follow the further Erotic Adventures of Shrimp Boy.

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

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